HotelCalifornia

Hotel California - Touch Of Class

Lyrics by：Don Henley/Glenn Lewis Frey/Don Felder

Composed by：Don Henley/Glenn Lewis Frey/Don Felder

On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle

And she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year

Any time of year

You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted

She's got the bright red Benz

She's got a lot of pretty pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain

Please bring me my wine

He said we haven't had that spirit here since 1969

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They're livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibi's

Mirrors on the ceiling

Pink champagne on ice

And she said

We are all just prisoners here of our own device

And in the master's chambers

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage