Tom: F#m
A D
How long since I got some sleep
A D
How long since she grew her hair to keep
A D
The night from getting colder for
A D Dm
The owl living upon her shoulder
CHORUS
F#m B Dm A
'Cause one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine
F#m B Dm A
The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound
F#m B Dm A
And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on
D
For hell knows how long
VERSE
A D
And now the carnival band is gone
A D
This land reaching from the riverside where it begins to the hour where it ends
Dm
It belongs to me or at least that's what she pretends
CHORUS
F#m B Dm A
'Cause one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine
F#m B Dm A
The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound
F#m B Dm A
And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on
D
For hell knows how long
OUTRO
F#m D
Like the oldest was sent ahead of the other
A
In the middle of a small town where everybody sleeps with friend and enemy
E (F) F#m
one after the other
F#m D
Yeah baby that's where we were born for each other
A E (F) F#m
F#m D A
Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways
E (F) F#m
To choose a mood and have it replaced
