| 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? |