Blue Motel

She watches the stars like burning candles Flowers on the ground dying all together Counts her scars caused by the old battle Thinking all of them as a love medal She's feeling older for starting over It's taking much, even hard to tell To host the sorrow and then to farewell She's building up a blue motel She greets the guests with a broken smile And offers them some tea every dinner time She makes their beds and the windows bright When turns off the lights, she mingles with night She's feeling older for starting over It's taking much, even hard to tell To host the sorrow and then to farewell She's building up a blue motel Now the party is done and the luggages are packed Guests are exhausted, last whiskey is dead Some will get over, some will cry It's time to leave by, she has to say goodbye She's feeling older for starting over It's taking much, even hard to tell To host the sorrow and then to farewell She's building up a blue motel