The night porter is a lonely man Fantasies his only friends People come and people leave In a night that never ends
In the street light outside the dancing snow Faces appear and faces go Irina is freezing, her coat's too light A stranger expects her in room 908
She looks like a model not selling her smile Her pose is a cover, cold love is for sale She looks like a model not selling her smile Her pose is a cover, cold love is for sale
The night porter is drawing a sketch of her face Red lips and mascara neatly in place Just back in an hour, a cold smile on her face Not broken the flower, red lips out of place
She looks like a model not selling her smile Her pose is a cover, cold love is for sale She looks like a model not selling her smile The stranger her lover, cold love in a while
The night porter is a lonely man Fantasies his only friends People come and people leave In a night that never ends