Leah Dunn - Hotel Lyrics

Every war has its own hotel
And every car has road to kill
We went out walking after cease fire
For late night dinner and caviar
We left our apartment with those refugees
Carrying dynamite as their keys
We told our daughters to watch the screens
With the plastic remote stuck on channel three
What more could I ask for
What more could I ask for
What more could I ask for
What more could I ask for
But their names
Every war has its own motel
And every whore has a lover who fell
After "I'll see you soon!" and a pawn shop ring
But purple hearts don't speak of such things
We went to Jaffa for orange gold
Kids were playing soccer with a throwing stone
We finally crossed the Green Line
We were paving over neighbors to the other side
What more could I ask for
What more could I ask for
What more could I ask for
What more could I ask for
But their names
But their names