Welcome to the Hotel California,
Live on a midnight screen, neon flickers like prayer;
We check in with our ghosts, guitars cry in the haze,
Mirrors on every wall reflect the same frozen stare.
They stab it with their steely knives, still the song won’t die,
We keep on checking out but never leave the sky;
So raise a glass to the endless night, to the raven in the air—
You can exit any time you like, but the echo’s always there.