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