Old Haunts, New Cities - Typhoon

I was cruisin' in the night streets

I was looking for my hotel

I was lost in some strange city

And I couldn’t find my hotel room

I was desperate in the midnight hour

I needed sleep, a sink and shower

But when one room’s like the next

It’s hard to tell

At last I picked a spot

Where I thought that I had been before

With the elevator broken

I dragged myself up fourteen floors

And at the top of this old building

I knew no numbers but I knew a feeling

And my key slid effortlessly

Into the door

When I crossed into that space

I was met with a familiar smell

But it was wrong and out of place

There was a woman in my hotel room

She said, «you might have known me all my life

But who was I before tonight?

Kiss me now, I promise I won’t tell»

Love, it will haunt you

Whether or not you want it to

But for me, my only company

Are these ghosts that barely come to me

Only when I look for something else