At Amber Lyrics - Morrissey

At Amber
I'm calling you from the foye
Of the Sands Hote
Where the men and the wome
Are acquainted quite well
And the drunkards keep on drinkin
And oh, my room is col
I'm disputing the bil
I will sleep in my clothes
And you, my invalid frien
You slam the receiver when you sa
"If I had your limbs for a da
I would steam away"
I'm calling you from the foye
Of this awful hote
Where the slime and the grim
Gel
And I cannot - or, I do no
And oh, my room is col
And I'm envying you never having to choose
And you, my invalid frien
You slam the receiver when you sa
"If I had your limbs for a da
I would steam away"
I'm calling you from the foye
Of the Sands Hote
It's not low-life, it's just peopl
Having a good tim
And oh, my invalid frien
Oh, my invalid frien
In our different ways we ar
The same