I met that girl at the Magic Thursday Hotel
Wooden stairs, creaky beds and toasted eggs
She said: "Good dreams can only be erotic dreams"
While switching on an old neon on the downgrade

I asked the girl the number of room service
Showing her a lot of rare Japanese stamps
She said: "Breakfast is only made of Whisky dry"
While wetting her lips with a tear of vodka-melon

No matter how cheap are the hotels in this town
My destiny's over and I look for nothing else
I would be your driver on my rusty taxi cab
I'm a forgery of a homesick concept

I found the girl comforted in the shower room
Lipstick flowing and boiling from a frozen tap
She said: "Next time you'll get a higher number"
While giving me the key to room 68

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My emotion is gone and I look for no-one else
I would be your captain on my dusty sinking tug
I'm the reflection of an icy calendar

I heard she died on a plane crash near Tokyo
Summer clouds are mostly common phenomenons
She never said anything looking like a clue
Magic Thursday Hotel burned the morning after

No matter how captive are the cards in this game
My glass is empty and I'm drinking nothing else
I would be your lover on my misty heartbeat nights
You're the trace of an acid teenage dream

Oh no no, don't wake me now
My bed is cold and I dream of nothing else
I would be your shadow if the light could capture me
I'm a picture on your digital camera