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Michael Møller - The Memory of Motels Lyrics

Album: Every Streetcar's Got a Name

The memory of motels and you in the bed there
These tiny little cells where we'd meet once a week
All dressed in nature's uniform in dull afternoon light
The memories still get to me and haunt me on a lonely night

The memory of motels and you in the bed there
Of sudden swift farewells for your family dinners
The ring you wore reminded you that you were not born to fight
The memories still get to me of how you never stayed the night

I never told you that I stayed after you left
I paid the room so I figured I'd drink the free coffee, though it was lonely
I'd read the Bible or watch some TV
Find a few of the hairs you left for me on the pillow, some kind of a quid pro quo
Breakfast in bed at a bed and breakfast
Then take the bus home and wait for the week to pass

I see you now and then walking with your sons in the city
You do look older, but still very pretty
Sometimes you wear a dress that I seem to remember from the old days
How you picked it from the floor before you went away
And someday when you write down your memoirs far from now
I'll be the chapter that you choose to leave out

The memory of motels

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