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 --- When Your Number Isn't Up - Mark Lanegan