My Wild One - Sharks

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?