There's a hotel on this street and we're tired
like two who have travelled through time,
like two who are heading for their fifth Wimbledon.
There's a bunch of things we could talk about
but I'd rather look at your eyes
while we consume our dinner.
You're so distracted by the stars
that you don't realise how beautiful they are,
even the rooms of this hotel as well.
Our journey has begun
in a room with an ocean view.
And the orange boas and the disappointments
of a young lad who falls in love.
Lions under the sun and the night, the night flies away.
There's someone who leaves and someone who returns,
someone who jumps from an inconvenience and then falls down.
There's a hotel on this street and we're tired
like two who have travelled through time,
like two who are heading for their fifth Wimbledon.
And the pianist doesn't seem so bad, he's got the neck of a crane
and the voice of someone who's been left alone
and adds a woman in every note.
You're so distracted by the stars
that you don't realise how beautiful they are,
even the rooms of this hotel as well.
Our journey has begun
in a room with an ocean view.
And the orange boas and the disappointments
of a young lad who falls in love.
Lions under the sun and the night, the night flies away.
There's someone who leaves and someone who returns,
someone who jumps from an inconvenience and then falls down.
(And then falls down...)
And the orange boas and the disappointments
of a young lad who falls in love.
Lions under the sun and the night, the night flies away.
There's someone who leaves and someone who returns,
someone who jumps from an inconvenience and then falls down.
And then falls down.