Picture a hotel room. Clothes scattered across the floor. Covers pulled back from the pillow. A sign hung on the door. Two lovers locked up tight. Through the endless days and nights. Hiding something they can't show. Something no-one must know. Chorus. There's a room without a number. While the sign outside says there's. no vacancy as you take your key. They smile at you so understandingly. She cried out in the night. Woke the porter from his sleep. He grinned slyly to himself. As he went to fetch his keys. Look what love has brought them to. This terrible nightmare. His or hers he could not tell. As they were sleeping there. Chorus. And I wish he could be. The man he was before he was me. A girl arrived at first light. And enquired if they'd been seen. And why the numbers ran from twelve. Missing out thirteen. And they said oh my darling. Put it down to superstition. Try to avoid a scandal. And don't arouse suspicion. They re-arranged the furniture. They even papered over the door. There's a room without a number. While the sign outside says there's. no vacancy as you take your key. They smile just so so you know. Chorus. .