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 you here anymore

And where are your friends? They've gone away

It's a different world and 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 you've got coming 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 waiting at this frozen border

So close you could hit it with a stone