Sea Wolf - The violet hour

^G Your lips are nettles^Bm, your tongue is wine ^C You're left as liquid,^D but your body's pine ^G You love all sailors^Bm, but hate the beach ^C You say "Come touch^D me", but you're always out of reach

^GIn the dark you ^Bmtell me of a ^Cflower ^D that ^Gonly blooms ^Bmin the violet ^Chour ^D

^G Your arms are lovely^Bm, yellow and rose ^C Your back's a meadow^D covered in snow ^G Your thighs are thistle^Bms and hot-house grapes ^C You breathe your sweet breath^D and have me wait

^G I turn the lights out^Bm, I clean the sheets ^C You change the station^D, turn up the heat ^G And now you're sitting^Bm upon your chair ^C You've got me tangled u^Dp inside a beautiful...