Are 'Friends' Electric?

It's cold outside, and the paint's spilling off of my walls.

There's a man outside, in a long, gold grey hat, smoking a cigarette.

Now the light fades out, and I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this.

There's a knock on the door, and just for a second I thought I remembered you.

So now I'm alone. Now I can think for myself.

About little deals and escuses. Things that I just don't understand.

I could lie that night. I was like a touch at times.

I don't think we've been naively to you.

So I open the door.

It's the friend I left in the hallway.

Please sit down, a candlelit shadow on a warm little bed.

You know I hate to ask, but our friend's electric.

Only, mine's burned down, and now I've no one to love.