The Ghost of Coral Island Songtext
von The Coral

We′re the house band in a hotel called Fingeland Inn
We play three, maybe four shows a night
In a huge ballroom with stained-glass windows
The stage overlooks the dance floor
There'a seal of dust and discarded cigar butts
Betting slips and Ritalin receipts

There′s a bar, with a neon vacancy light
And a jukebox that plays Walk records
Perry Como, Tom O'Connor, all the Schmaltz