This Place Hotel歌词
Wilson Phillips
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 and this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle
and she showed me the way
There were voices down that corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
There's plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year
you can find us here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,
she got the Mercedes benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
that she calls friends
How they dan