rd Fret
Intro:
You had your body pierced in Naples
Found your patron saints in Rome
Your Buddha, brought back from Bangkok
Hides your runic stones
And your star of David, a-crucified
In a pendant you made from bones
Your Hindi music s on the hifi
And your Muslim is on the phone
In this place you now call home
Still, you take your clothes off slowly
To stoned messiah s tones
Your mirror ball retro-flits
Across your bolstered bed-sit wall
And you pray for all life can bring you
It s like you re praying for us all
Your tarot spoke of a stranger
Your I-Ching of a girl unknown
In this place you now call home (you now call home)
And you bleed for the blade life will give ya
But still you want to swallow whole
The stoned messiahs prophesise
It s like a hot-wire to your soul
Like your bible that s holding your life up
Or a window to your world
As the camera pans out from a laptop
We ll watch your world grow small
As snowflakes swirl in a ticker-tape snowscape
Fade out on a paperweight - and a golden girl
Harmonica Break:
Oh oh, yeah
Turning soul cards with Retsina
Which you pour like sacred scrolls
Kneeling naked at your altar
Your patchwork quilt enfolds ya
And it s a Hindi music on the hifi
And a Sufi on the phone
The dance becoming your reality
I think it s time that I was going
From this place you now call home
OUTRO:
Don t hang up, don t hang up, don t hang up
Don t hang up, don t hang up, don t hang up
