So we talk again You spoke of the death of a distant friend Look, maybe we can't talk about these things anymore Going down the column to Grande Hotel You change your shoulder bag No more secrets I will be your whore Even without shame I say that I love you more Light me up There was something new on the horizon But you again Not wanting to talk about these things anymore But if all your shame had set in Because he continued to fight If I tell you, it's right Going down the column to Grande Hotel You change your shoulder bag No more secrets I will be your whore Even without shame I say that I love you more I will never go back to the Grande Hotel You take me to hell Stupid boy Comparing yourself to a whore Going down the column to Grande Hotel