Hotel, Dulce Hotel

I asked for two beds with windows to the sea
It's better if you leave the elevator alone
I know a Chinese place nearby for dinner
Invent a fake name and leave it at reception
I told the waiter to bring us champagne
A century and three minutes, when are you going to arrive?
I'll prepare a joint in your honor
The key is in the door, room seventy-two

Hotel, sweet hotel
Home, sad home
Statues of salt
Room overlooking your skin

Maybe chance will be seduced
It's warmer when love is furtive
With six crumpled ducats and a pair
Of half-broken boots, it's easier to walk
I'll kiss your neck while you watch
The waves jump between the streetlights on the promenade
Put on the garter I gave you for kings
Come to bed, dawn is chasing us

Hotel, sweet hotel
Home, sad home
Statues of salt
Room overlooking your skin

You know there's no
Domestic love in purgatory with skay furniture
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't want to want
To fuel the fire of home and duty
The flame that burns me every time I see you
Tells me it's absurd to program desire
After a few years, we would both be
Adults and bored in front of the TV

Hotel, sweet hotel
Home, sad home
Statues of salt
Room overlooking your skin