作词 : Fogelberg Well there's too many windows in this old hotel And rooms filled with reckless pride And the walls have grown sturdy And the halls have worn well But there is nobody living inside Nobody living inside...
Gonna pull in the shutters On this heart of mine Roll up the carpets and pull in the blinds And retreat to the chambers that I left behind In hopes there still may be Love left to find Still may be love left to find.
Seek inspiration in daily affairs Now your soul is in trouble and requires repairs And the voices you hear at the top of the stairs Are only echoes of unanswered prayers Echoes of unanswered prayers.
Well there's too many windows in this old hotel And rooms filled with reckless pride And the walls have grown sturdy And the halls have worn well But there is nobody living inside Nobody living inside...
作词 : Fogelberg Well there's too many windows in this old hotel And rooms filled with reckless pride And the walls have grown sturdy And the halls have worn well But there is nobody living inside Nobody living inside...
Gonna pull in the shutters On this heart of mine Roll up the carpets and pull in the blinds And retreat to the chambers that I left behind In hopes there still may be Love left to find Still may be love left to find.
Seek inspiration in daily affairs Now your soul is in trouble and requires repairs And the voices you hear at the top of the stairs Are only echoes of unanswered prayers Echoes of unanswered prayers.
Well there's too many windows in this old hotel And rooms filled with reckless pride And the walls have grown sturdy And the halls have worn well But there is nobody living inside Nobody living inside...
