Erin Zindle The Innkeeper

Текст с Bandcamp а: The Innkeeper The ghosts of innocence stalk the hallways singing with tambourines There s a pretty senorita trying to scrub the bathtub clean There s a child with no birthday, there s a wedding with no vow There s a room for every stranger who s as strange as I am now My mind is like a maid always cleaning up after filthy guests My heart s a hotel where these weary, worried, wandering thoughts can rest and I m the innkeeper, trying to pass the white glove test I m the Innkeeper Take a seat inside my kitchen where I feed my hungry dreams Every aching stone is covered with the moss of memory I keep washing the same window but I cannot change the scene Someone s knocking someone s always knocking Please let me be You can blame the leaky ceiling You can blame the economy But in the business of lately I ve had lots of vacancy. credits from Scenes From The Fragile, Agile Avian World, released June 1, 2011 Accordion, Mandolin, Percussion, Pots and Pans, Violin, Glockenspiel Erin Zindle