[Intro] (Night desk... night desk...) [Verse 1] Eleven o'clock, the keys are mine, A hundred and twenty hooks in a line. The chandelier ticks as it cools, The night has its own little rules. [Chorus] Night desk, night desk, Somebody's checking in. Night desk, night desk, Snow on his hat, cold on his skin. [Verse 2] He signs his name, he pays in ghosts, Old money from a country that's lost. "Two-one-seven," he says so low, The room that no one's allowed to know. [Breakdown] (Blue light under the door...) (The clock stopped... two seventeen...) [Chorus] Night desk, night desk, Somebody's checking in. Night desk, night desk, Snow on his hat, cold on his skin. [Outro] The bed is made, the key is back, I never took it from the rack. (Night desk... night desk...) [End]
