At Amber lyrics
by Morrissey



I'm calling you from the foyerOf the Sands HotelWhere the men and the women are acquainted quite wellAnd the drunkards keep on drinkingAnd oh, my room is coldI'm disputing the bill, I will sleep in my clothesAnd you my invalid friendYou slammed the receiver when you sayoIf I had your limbs for a dayI would steam away@I'm calling you from the foyerOf this awful hotelWhere the slime and the grime gelAnd I cannot, or I do notAnd oh, my room is coldAnd I'm envying you never having to chooseAnd you my invalid friendYou slammed the receiver when you sayoIf I had your limbs for a dayI would steam away@I'm calling you from the foyerOf the Sands HotelIt's not low-life, it's just people having a good timeAnd oh, my invalid friend, oh my invalid friendIn our different ways we are the same