Perched up, glory, on top of the hill
The long and winding road, day after day
Every sunrise, is a story, that we can't replay
Energy taking in the open doors
At the Hillside Motel
The strangest curiosity
At the Hillside Motel
Every guest becomes eternity
Shiny, armor, the tears of a saint
The only way in, is through the tears of our own
Pillowcases, engraved with a stone
The movement of a cemented throne
At the Hillside Motel
The strangest curiosity
At the Hillside Motel
Every guest becomes eternity