The night porter is a lonely man
Fantasies his only friends [bad word] and people leave
In a night that never ends

In the street light outside the dancing snow
Faces appear and faces go
Irina is freezing, her coat's too light
stranger expects her in room 908

She looks like a model not selling her smile
Her pose is a cover, cold love is for sale
She looks like a model not selling her smile
Her pose is a cover, cold love is for sale

The night porter is drawing a sketch of her face
Red lips and mascara neatly in place
Just back in an hour, a cold smile on her face
Not broken the flower, red lips out of place

She looks like a model not selling her smile
Her pose is a cover, cold love is for sale
She looks like a model not selling her smile
The stranger her lover, cold love in a while

The night porter is a lonely man
Fantasies his only friends [bad word] and people leave
In a night that never ends