It happened at the Saint Martin Hotel
The lights went out in my elevator cell
And the lady started to cry
She saw her whole life flash before her eyes
We’re going down, down, down
We’re going down
We’re going down to the place where nobody lives
(Nobody lives)
We’re going down to the ground floor of anonymity
We’re gonna find it gets hot in this tiny space
(Tiny space) We’re gonna find who is underneath your face
We’re going dow!
It happened at the Saint Martin Hotel
We fell so deep we tumbled into hell
And the wire started to fray
The lady got down to her knees to pray
We’re going down to the place where nobody lives
(Nobody lives)
We’re going down to the ground floor of anonymity
We’re gonna find it gets hot in this tiny space
(Tiny space) We’re gonna find who is underneath your face
We’re going down
If this is the end
Than let us pretend
That we are the oldest and dearest of friends
If we’re gonna die on this terrible ride
Than tell me the secret behind your eyes
If this is the end
Than let us pretend
That we are the oldest and dearest of friends
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