From the hotel de Ville From the hotel de Ville, mmm, mmm
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
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 Baby, I have an objective It's you Let's do this for real The hotel de Ville