Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grand Hotel, artist - Regina Spektor.
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
Grand Hotel |
Somewhere below the grand hotel |
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell |
Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute |
Then sneak through the hall past the boys shining boots |
Then left at the courtyard through the old garden |
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards |
And then you run to the old lake house |
Down to the old lake house |
Run to the old lake house where it begins |
Under the floorboards there's a deep well |
That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell |
That's where old devils danced and kissed |
And made their blood pacts in the ancient myths |
And running through forest they screamed in chorus |
While piercing fair maiden's chests with their horns |
And then they lay in the grass 'til the dawn came |
Sleeping away 'til the dawn came |
Lay in the grass where now stands the grand hotel |
The Maître D' and a fancy chef |
Silver's real, the liquor's top shelf |
Play some tennis, swim in a pool |
Stroll the garden shady and cool |
You won't care that the devils |
Won't mind that the devils |
Won't know that the devils are near |
Somewhere below the grand hotel |
There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell |
But no one comes up for the souls anymore |
They come for some comfort and for the dance floor |
And hiding sharp horns under fedoras |
Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus |
They toss and turn 'til the dawn comes |
On soft sheets 'til the dawn comes |
No one sleeps at the grand hotel |
Room service, mini-bar |
Scented soaps, chauffeured cars |
Stay a day, stay a week |
Here's the tunnel, take a peek |
Just call up your friends at the front desk |
Any hour at the front desk |
Call up your friends at the grand hotel |
You'll always have friends at the grand hotel |