Born under a hotel sign Poured into the foyer like a gla** 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?