Chelsea Hotel No. 1 Lyrics

Friendly prison farmer parties watching waterfalls

Another doomed dreamer from 18 to 205

Drained spirit and an unspoken curtain call

Controversial cameras keep the factory alive

Outer space unlocked behind a closed door

Piranha-eaten fingers writing foolish new songs

The long dinner table that two creatives tore

Starlet light dimmed by the way that all belong

I believe that these walls can talk

Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks

Now you can hear ghostly footsteps as they walk

And as they rip the hands off of the clocks

Obscene journal suites built of needles and soon blood

Memories in music made clear enough to hurt

A month of passed-out passionate fights just for fun

And a lost weekend that ends feet beneath the dirt

Legendary knife and saddened stand-still sink

Photo albums aren't ready yet for all to see

Charred wood of wardrobes from glued candle drinks

Spellbound by the minds that cast spells from tea trees

I believe that these walls can talk

Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks

Now you can hear ghostly footsteps as they walk

And as they rip the hands off of the clocks

Rays of new sun casting sorrow on old feet

People with age old ship stories and fearful eyes

Smoke-filled elevators are keeping minds complete

Blunt black-and-white photos that outsiders despise

Blue birds and one stone and evil, dangerous art

Everyday once again sounds the death knell

Everybody knows you're living worlds apart

When you're spending all your days in the Chelsea Hotel

I believe that these walls can talk

Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks

Now you can hear ghostly footsteps as they walk

And as they rip the hands off of the clocks

I believe that these walls can talk

Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks

Now you can hear ghostly footsteps as they walk

And as they rip the hands off of the clocks

In the Chelsea Hotel

In the Chelsea Hotel

In the Chelsea Hotel