Morrissey - At Amber Lyrics
Im calling you from the foyerOf the sands hotelWhere the men and the womenAre acquainted quite wellAnd the drunkards keep on drinkingAnd oh, my room is coldIm disputing the billI will sleep in my clothesAnd you, my invalid friendYou slam the receiver when you sayIf I had your limbs for a dayI would steam awayIm calling you from the foyerOf this awful hotelWhere the slime and the grimeGelAnd I cannot - or, I do notAnd oh, my room is coldAnd Im envying you never having to chooseAnd you, my invalid friendYou slam the receiver when you sayIf I had your limbs for a dayI would steam awayIm calling you from the foyerOf the sands hotelIts not low-life, its just peopleHaving a good timeAnd oh, my invalid friendOh, my invalid friendIn our different ways we areThe same