At Amber Lyrics

I'm calling you from the foyer 
Of the Sans Hotel 
Where the men and the women 
Are acquainted quite well 
And the drunkards keep on drinking 
And oh, my room is cold 
I'm disputing the bill, I will sleep in my clothes 
And you, my invalid friend 
You slam the receiver when you say 
If I had your limbs for a day 
I would steal away 
I'm calling you from the foyer 
Of this awful hotel 
Where the slime and the grime 
Gel 
And I cannot, or I do not ...
And oh, my room is cold 
And I'm envying you never having to choose
And you, my invalid friend 
You slam the receiver when you say 
If I had your limbs for a day 
I would steal away 
I'm calling you from the foyer 
Of the Sans Hotel 
It's not low-life, it's just people having a good time 
And oh, my invalid friend 
Oh, my invalid friend 
In our different ways we are the same