Intro - Scott Helman

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