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Keys at the front desk,
Morning shining on the floor.
Suitcases are rolling, But my heart wants one night more.
You are smiling at the clerk there,
Like the ending is a game.
I can hear the lobby fountain Singing both our names.
The taxi line is waiting,
The ocean road is bright.
But every door we opened
Left a little song inside.
Keys at the front desk,
We don't have to disappear.
Summer in the glass walls,
Still reflecting us from here.
Keys at the front desk,
Let the revolving doors spin blue.
The hotel keeps the memory,
But I'm leaving here with you.
Bellboys move like movie extras,
Sunlight flashes off the brass.
Someone checks in for a weekend,
Someone lets a season pass.
You say, "Maybe next September," I say,
"Why not start today?"
Then the automatic doors slide open And the sea wind leads the
way. The taxi line is waiting,
The ocean road is bright.
But every door we opened
Left a little song inside.
Keys at the front desk,
We don't have to disappear.
Summer in the glass walls,
Still reflecting us from here.
Keys at the front desk,
Let the revolving doors spin blue.
The hotel keeps the memory,
But
I'm leaving here with you.
Check out, step out,
Let the sunlight hit the chrome.
If the whole coast is a highway,
Then the ending takes us home.
Check out, step out,
Turn the radio up high.
Every room becomes a rhythm When the shoreline starts to fly.
Keys at the front desk,
We don't have to disappear.
Summer in the glass walls,
Still reflecting us from here.
Keys at the front desk,
Let the revolving doors spin blue.
The hotel keeps the memory,
But I'm leaving here with you.
Keys at the front desk,
One more sparkle in the view.
The hotel keeps the memory,
But I'm leaving here
with you.