[Verse 1]
City lights on the river glass,
Room key sliding, heartbeat fast.
You say it’s “just to talk, unwind,”
But we both know what’s on your mind.
[Pre-Chorus]
Room service tray, untouched plates,
We’re both dressed up, running late.
You pour a drink, our fingers brush,
And the whole penthouse fills with hush.
[Chorus]
Welcome to hotel sin,
Where we check out of who we’ve been.
Pull the curtains, kill the light,
Let the lies sleep somewhere outside.
Yeah, this is wrong,
But it feels so right,
Two lost souls on a borrowed night.
Room three-oh-something,
“Do not disturb” on the door—
We’re not innocents anymore.
[Verse 2 – darker, sexier]
Marble floors echo our steps,
Shadows catching every breath.
You say, “We shouldn’t,” under air that’s thin—
But your hands speak louder than your discipline.
The mirror watches like it knows,
What secret hunger always shows.
You touch my waist like you’re confessing—
Sin’s a crime,
but God… it’s tempting.
[Pre-Chorus – variation, rising tension]
There’s no small talk left to make,
Just the sound of hearts that break.
You close the space, I let you in—
We’re past the point of innocence.
[Chorus – fuller, bigger]
Welcome to hotel sin,
Where we shed the skins we’re living in.
Lock the door, let truth ignite,
Leave our morals down in the lobby tonight.
Yeah, this is wrong,
But it feels so right,
Two lost souls on a borrowed night.
Room three-oh-something,
Clothes on the floor—
We’re not innocents anymore.
[Bridge – breathy, intimate, dangerous]
(soft, slow)
Tell me you’ll forget this…
and we’ll both know it’s a lie.
Tell me it’s the last time…
and watch how fast we try.
(full voice, rising)
’Cause every “no” turns into “stay,”
And every touch
gives us away.
We’re one heartbeat from confessing—
But sin feels better
than a blessing.
[Final Chorus – climax]
Welcome to hotel sin,
Where the night decides
where we begin.
Pull me close, don’t justify—
We’re just two firestorms passing by.
Yeah, this is wrong,
But it feels so right,
Two lost souls on a borrowed night.
Room three-oh-something,
Hearts on the floor—
We’re not innocents anymore.
[OUTRO – true callback, whispered]
(Bass drops out, just a soft pad + breath)
(Whisper)
Hotel sin…
borrowed night…
We check out clean,
but we don’t leave right.
Hotel sin…
close the door…
We’re not innocents—
not anymore.
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