L'Hôtel

He has me back on the coffee and cigarettes
And I can't sleep
And the beds unmade weeks
I fit in well here
Beside the bed a copybook of lies
Give me the pills to close my eyes
What a nice surprise
The thought of death is on my mind again

Hello old glory
It's the same old story with you
The same things churning
We'll keep on burning it's true

He gives me roses he's kept hidden
Beneath the statues of gods
He says we're both gods
Because we don't belong here
No, we don't belong here
He lifts the mound
To put the petals to my mouth
And then we walk along the Seine
Arm in arm just like old ladies might

And we stop at L'Hôtel
We lounge in the windowless
To the backdrop of purple velvet and Oscar Wilde

It's the same old story
I keep returning to you
It's the same old story
We keep on burning
It's true
It is true
It is true
It is true



Credits
Writer(s): Anne Monaghan
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