Did you call for the night porter?
You smell the [bad word] warm
I stay close to this frozen border, so close I can hit it with a stone
Now something crawls right up my spine
That I always got to follow
Turn out the lights
Don't see me drawn and hollow
Just [bad word] warm
No one needs to tell you that
There's no use for ya here anymore
And where are your friends?
They've gone away
It's a different world, they left you to this
To janitor
The emptiness
So let's get it on
When the sun is finally going down, and you're overdue to follow
But you're still above the ground
What ya [bad word]  is hard to swallow
Like [bad word] warm
Did they call for the night porter
And smell the blood, [bad word] warm
Well I've been waitin at this frozen border, so close you could hit it with a stone