Born under a hotel sign | |
Poured into the foyer like a glass of wine | |
Add Chinatown, add soaking sheets and longing | |
Add distance, awful distance | |
My body's such an anchor | |
When it's wasted not being beside you | |
Hold to the old | |
True love's only for wild hearts | |
Blood money sweats in my hand | |
Tattoos on each other for strapped romance | |
I've waded though an ocean of sand for a grain of doubt | |
And I'm certain | |
Do you feel the way I do? |