a hotel in prague, a moment in time
(by Jump, Little Children)
the singer steps forward
he's not a torch-sung hero
he's not the embodiment of a soul brother
the unassuming troubador sings to himself softly
but not a word escapes his lips
they don't even try
his words would rather stay with him as long as possible
but his melody is for me... and for you
I prefer to be alone when you're not around
sometimes when I speak I can't stand the sound of my voice
this great big destructive machine
that takes too much time to say what it means
they tell me my father is sick once again
with a plague that has decimated many old men
I settle once more into the long sad dread
that reminds me that all loved ones soon will be dead
this is why I spend so much time making love to you
in your arms I was searching for things that were true
this is why I spend so much time making love to you
in your arms I was searching for things that were true
It's a memory of mine that I'm watching for a moment
I'm distracted just a bit by something less important
I'm here for the part of the day that I crave
and I have caffiene in my system that makes me feel brave
the chill in the air is exactly what I want
with the sun on my face and my eyes tightly shut
it's important for me to remember these things
it's important for me to remember these things
I'm pretending we're in prague sipping sodas by the square
where the clock brought the masses to the ceremony there
every hour little puppets spun around the clock face
each figure represents one of the human race
and somehow we were always on time for the show
we'd arrive to the chaos of the people right below
those large chiming bells that had a song to sing
it's important for me to remember these things
absinthe and sex, black garters, cheap wine
a hotel in prague, a moment in time
we were hungry and scary and so much in love
we laugh with eachother as we push and we shove
absinthe and sex, black garters, cheap wine
a hotel in prague, a moment in time
we were hungry and scary and so much in love
we laugh with eachother as we push and we shove
and the singer keeps singing
and the singer keeps singing
and the singer keeps singing
keep singing, singer
that was the first time I really caught your eye
in the small italian shop with the coffee that you liked
and when our eyes met I couldn't look away
my mouth opened to speak but there wasn't much to say
I was frozen, transfixed, by the way that you looked
when you grabbed me and pulled me into the small nook
where we kissed like we had never tasted lips before
and I still wanted more
I still want more
I'm frightened of what these words might bring
but it's important for me to remember these things
I'm frightened of what these words might bring
but it's important for me to remember these things
you're too far away for this to make sense
I feel in my heart every mile of distance
I don't want him to stop 'cause I know what that means
the song will be over and so will you and me
the song will be over and so will you and me
the song...