Sea Wolf - The violet hour

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

^FIn the dark you ^Emtell me of a ^Fflower ^G that ^Fonly blooms ^Emin the violet ^Fhour ^G

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

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