Tom: C
Am C
The city lights are beckoning, the sirens softly call
Am C F
Of the fantasist and fetishists are preparing for the ball
Am C Am
When you've been stuck here on the doorstep with nothing to
C
forsake
Am Em F
Well you might as well be anyone's to take
Am C
So i give myself to strangers like i gave myself to you
Am C F
But the tenderness I felt has been replaced by something new
Am C Am C
And in the orgy I can vaguely hear the outline of your call
Am Em F
Well I might as well be anyone's at all
Am C
Every memory is sailing to the kingdom of your soul
Am C F
As you patiently await and lose all sense of self control
Am C
You were the lighthouse to my broken boat
Am C
But I've left you behind
Am Em F
Now I might as well be anyone's to find
Am C
Take my body take it from me
Am C
It is not worthy of your memory
I remember you undressing as I set myself on fire
And the funeral was quick as I lay lifeless on your pyre
Well it's a kind of desperation
And it's just something you can't fake
Oh I might as well be anyone's to take
So I give myself to strangers like I gave myself to you
But the unity I felt has been replaced by something new
Now I am Helen and I am Mary Jane
I am Robert and I am Paul
Oh I might as well be anyone's at all
Yes I might as well be anyone at all
