Closed hotel
Who is in your bedrooms
Who is in your entrance halls
Who last closed your last closed door
So you’ve gone to the Costa Brava
Gone from your silver-service
Gone from your waiting on
Who called your last, last orders
Would you mind if we stayed a while
Sleep quietly in your bedrooms
Hold hands along your hallways
Pick up the post from behind your door
We’ll send your cards to Costa Brava
We’ll always be at your service
We’ll not keep you waiting on
On those last nights without last orders
