When Your Number Isn't Up

Did you call for the night porter?

You smell the blood running 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 blood running 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 got comin' is hard to swallow

Like blood running warm

Did they call for the night porter

And smell the blood, blood running warm

Well I've been waitin' at this frozen border, so close you could hit it with a stone