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 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