Tom: Am
C E Am C7 F Fm
C E Am C7
Born under a hotel sign
F Fm C G
Poured into the foyer like a glass of wine
C E Am C7
Add Chinatown, add soaking sheets and longing
F Fm Am G
Add distance, awful distance
F Fm
My body's such an anchor
C E Am
When it's wasted not being beside you
F G
Hold to the old
F G
True love's only for wild hearts
C E Am C7 F Fm
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
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
