The last hotel I can see the blank wall I can see the silhouette in the window He's talking I'm not interested in what he's talkin' about I am only interested in the fact That it's the last hotel The last hotel Ghosts in my bed Goats are bled The last hotel Day by day Haggard and dull signs A machine this skin The sheathe of proud self cracks The sword rusts The swordsman falls sighing In the fault sour sea The world, and everything in it One vast body seen and hassled By sentient embodied thinking Bearers of mind Which is the manifestation Of the tranquil and eternal Radiant bright essence Mind of perfect purity Beyond all body Neither light nor eyes alone reveal Moveless mind sees motion Yen, shape, shadow, clock Changeless mind sees change Reflections, particles of dust Oh, it's a return to the original mind Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillow maker Those slippers to the shop And that wainscot to the carpenter But my mind My tranquil and eternal mind Return it to whom