paroles de chanson The Imperial Hotel - England
1840,
it
was
built
for
nobility
Victoria
commanding
the
throne
Kensington
Palace
made
Victoria
cross
So
she
wanted
a
new
summer
home
Viceroys,
viscounts,
uncles
and
royal
aunts
The
majesty
acted
as
host
Now
the
mansion's
deserted
and
Victoria's
dead
And
all
that
remains
is
her
ghost
1920,
enourmous
and
empty
now
The
house
has
become
a
hotel
Business
is
slow
but
old
Emma's
in
charge
She's
determined
that
she'll
never
sell
This
is
a
house
that
is
now
a
hotel
Where
are
the
guests?
Well,
it's
hard
to
say
Queen
Victoria's
housemaid
is
a
prisoner
here
Waiting
for
a
prince
that
will
never
appear
Now
Emma's
in
charge,
she
wants
that
made
clear
There'll
be
no
young
ladies
or
girls
staying
here
If
a
young
man
arrives,
she'll
welcome
him
though
To
return
to
her
youth
that
she
lost
long
ago
A
sea
of
dim-lit
faces
From
a
half
remembered
past
Are
all
that
Emma
clings
to
As
she
gazes
through
the
glass
Her
youth
and
faded
beauty
Are
all
memories
gone
by
The
misty
frail
old
lady
As
flimsy
as
a
sigh
But
oh
the
times
you
knew
here
Emma
But
of
the
time
has
really
flown
Brush
aside
a
tear
old
maid
From
the
wonder
in
your
face
I
know
that
youth
was
yours
to
hold
When
you
wandered
in
this
place
But
don't
believe
its
gone
forever
Oh
the
memories
you
own
Will
return
to
you
tonight
and
then
Your
angel
might
be
shown
But
oh
the
times
you
knew
here
Emma
But
of
the
time
has
really
flown
Coming
up
the
drive,
he's
soon
to
arrive
A
young
millionaire
in
his
Rolls
Royce
Like
the
queen
before
him,
he
knows
what
he
likes
And
this
fine
country
home
is
the
obvious
choice
Ah
young
man,
young
man
You're
far
too
blind
to
realise
you're
part
of
a
plan
Walking
through
the
door,
he
likes
what
he
sees
A
man
of
means,
he's
not
easy
to
please
But
he's
not
thought
of
Emma,
who
hates
to
see
things
change
But
he
doesn't
feel
the
Imperial
Holds
something
very
strange
Ah
young
man,
young
man
You're
far
too
blind
to
realise
you're
part
of
a
plan
Emma's
waiting
for
him,
she's
acting
out
her
mind
I'll
have
to
play
along
he
thinks,
I'll
have
to
take
my
time
So
he
signs
the
empty
register,
the
first
guest
in
years
But
Emma
rubbed
her
wizened
hands,
dispelling
all
her
fears
Ah
young
man,
young
man
You're
far
too
blind
to
realise
you're
part
of
a
plan
Follow
me,
my
dear,
and
the
best
room
shall
be
yours
Our
finest
is
the
bridal
suite,
unused
for
fifty
years
Take
your
time
in
choosing,
a
mistake
is
ill-advised
So
act
the
perfect
gentleman,
and
the
hotel
will
be
your
prize
Along
the
hall
and
to
the
right,
you'll
find
the
bedroom
door
Fling
it
wide
and
enter
in,
the
bridal
ghost
is
yours
The
furnishings
are
thick
with
dust,
the
walls
are
dark
with
age
The
windows
show
no
sign
of
use,
his
room
is
like
a
cage
I'll
play
my
part
up
to
the
hilt,
and
join
her
down
below
The
ballroom
waits
expecting
me,
for
it's
new
guests
to
show
So
if
I
am
to
own
this
house,
I
must
stand
out
this
charade
With
me
as
guest
and
her
as
host,
it
will
not
prove
too
hard
James
Alexander
dancing
so
strangely
There
in
the
hotel's
darkened
ballroom
Dancing
with
someone
whose
not
there
There
in
the
shadows,
Emma
is
lurking
Waiting
for
James
to
come
and
join
her
Waiting
for
him
to
say:
"May
I
have
this
dance,
please?"
Emma
shuffles
to
the
kitchen,
puts
the
kettle
on
Thinking
as
she
fills
the
teapot,
where
is
her
Don
Juan
Shuffles
out
into
the
foyer,
bearing
cups
of
tea
Not
a
sign
of
James
downstairs,
she
knows
where
he'll
be
First
step
on
the
stairs
to
heaven,
will
her
dreams
come
true?
Climbing
with
anticipation,
James's
room
in
view
Now
she's
standing
on
the
landing,
knocking
at
his
bedroom
door
James
knows
just
what
she's
knocking
for
Come
in,
Come
in
Could
this
be
the
one
thing
that
might
Make
her
sell,
or
am
I
wasting
my
time?
There's
only
one
way
to
get
this
hotel,
I
must
be
out
of
my
tiny
mind
to
give
myself
to
her
This
wrinkled
aging
relic
from
a
nightmare
I
want
to
take
my
body
and
posess
it
as
her
Own,
Recalling
her
lost
youth
and
fargone
past
To
flatter
her
will
not
suffice
for
love
is
her
Desire,
to
fill
her
with
a
love
that
will
always
last
So
I
must
do
this
thing
The
hotel
will
be
mine
before
the
night
is
out
As
she
puts
the
teacups
down
and
wraps
her
arms
around
him
With
each
kiss
she
feels
her
body
growing
stronger,
growing
younger
He
can't
believe
what's
happening
his
youth
is
fading
fast,
And
though
Emma
was
so
old
she
seems
so
young
now,
He
can't
see
her,
he's
an
old
man,
part
of
her
plan
Two
steps
and
she's
through
the
door
and
racing
down
the
stairs
His
unsure
step
just
cannot
match
the
pace
See
his
old
face,
he's
in
her
place
He
comes
to
a
stop
in
front
of
the
door
and
watches
her
escape
His
last
view
of
Emma
shows
she's
Old
no
more,
he's
paid
for
his
mistake
So
now
at
last
he
has
his
wish,
he
owns
this
great
hotel
A
prisoner
in
these
four
walls
and
desperate
to
sell
Left
alone
with
his
memories,
he
was
so
much
younger
then
One
day
his
turn
will
be
done
and
the
story
begins
again
Left
alone
with
his
memories,
he
was
so
much
younger
then
One
day
his
turn
will
be
done
and
the
story
begins
again
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