From the hotel de Ville
From the hotel de Ville (mm, mm)
Mm, mm
Oh, yeah
From the hotel de Ville
If I stand here very still
I can make out the shape of the cross, of the cross on the hill
On the top of the hill
On the top of the hill
I've never really believed in God
You know that I mention it too much, but I like this spot
Snowflakes are falling like flecks of chopped paper
And I feel as if there's this secret no one has ever heard
And I'm in on it
The T.V. inches closer, and the show I'm watching is curated for me
As if a grand opening, the story of my life
Towers of real estate built by the gatekeeper's
Dropped in a metropolis to be seen by the dreamers
Nothing really going on inside
Impossible to reconcile with an empty objective
But baby, I have an objective, it's you
Let's do this for real
At the hotel de Ville
Scott Helman - Intro Lyrics
Scott Helman - Intro Lyrics
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From the hotel de Ville
From the hotel de Ville (mm, mm)
Mm, mm
Oh, yeah
From the hotel de Ville
If I stand here very still
I can make out the shape of the cross, of the cross on the hill
On the top of the hill
On the top of the hill
I've never really believed in God
You know that I mention it too much, but I like this spot
Snowflakes are falling like flecks of chopped paper
And I feel as if there's this secret no one has ever heard
And I'm in on it
The T.V. inches closer, and the show I'm watching is curated for me
As if a grand opening, the story of my life
Towers of real estate built by the gatekeeper's
Dropped in a metropolis to be seen by the dreamers
Nothing really going on inside
Impossible to reconcile with an empty objective
But baby, I have an objective, it's you
Let's do this for real
At the hotel de Ville
From the hotel de Ville (mm, mm)
Mm, mm
Oh, yeah
From the hotel de Ville
If I stand here very still
I can make out the shape of the cross, of the cross on the hill
On the top of the hill
On the top of the hill
I've never really believed in God
You know that I mention it too much, but I like this spot
Snowflakes are falling like flecks of chopped paper
And I feel as if there's this secret no one has ever heard
And I'm in on it
The T.V. inches closer, and the show I'm watching is curated for me
As if a grand opening, the story of my life
Towers of real estate built by the gatekeeper's
Dropped in a metropolis to be seen by the dreamers
Nothing really going on inside
Impossible to reconcile with an empty objective
But baby, I have an objective, it's you
Let's do this for real
At the hotel de Ville
Writer: Scott Helman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC