| Song | The Chelsea Hotel |
| Artist | Graham Nash |
| Album | Songs for Survivors |
| 作词 : Nash | |
| The Chelsea | |
| Hotel Written by | |
| Graham Nash | |
| Pub. by Nashnotes, | |
| Inc. (BMI) from the album | |
| Songs For | |
| Survivors © 2002 | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, with poetry and paintings | |
| The walls are still holding memories of people who fell, | |
| Down through the years, fighting their fears. | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, | |
| A sailor was dying to end all his feelings, | |
| Everything had just turned to hell, his lover was gone, | |
| But we have to carry on. | |
| We will carry on, searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade | |
| And be gone in the blink of an eye | |
| The world will be passing us by. | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, | |
| Where Raymond is writing of poets and painters. | |
| It’s something he does very well, | |
| A lover of his art, a lover in his heart. | |
| At the Chelsea | |
| Hotel, Where lovers and fighters are desperately dreaming | |
| Of checking their hearts at the door. | |
| Never really sure, we’ve all been here before. | |
| We’ve all been here before, searching for truth searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade | |
| And what’s more in the blink of an eye, the world will be passing us by | |
| At the Chelsea | |
| Hotel, At the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel. |
| zuò cí : Nash | |
| The Chelsea | |
| Hotel Written by | |
| Graham Nash | |
| Pub. by Nashnotes, | |
| Inc. BMI from the album | |
| Songs For | |
| Survivors 2002 | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, with poetry and paintings | |
| The walls are still holding memories of people who fell, | |
| Down through the years, fighting their fears. | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, | |
| A sailor was dying to end all his feelings, | |
| Everything had just turned to hell, his lover was gone, | |
| But we have to carry on. | |
| We will carry on, searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade | |
| And be gone in the blink of an eye | |
| The world will be passing us by. | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, | |
| Where Raymond is writing of poets and painters. | |
| It' s something he does very well, | |
| A lover of his art, a lover in his heart. | |
| At the Chelsea | |
| Hotel, Where lovers and fighters are desperately dreaming | |
| Of checking their hearts at the door. | |
| Never really sure, we' ve all been here before. | |
| We' ve all been here before, searching for truth searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade | |
| And what' s more in the blink of an eye, the world will be passing us by | |
| At the Chelsea | |
| Hotel, At the | |
| Chelsea Hotel, | |
| Down at the | |
| Chelsea Hotel. |