The Hotelier - Opening mail for my grandmother

Your ^Emgrip on my ^Fforearm, in^Gsert the wrong ^Cname Holds ^Amme at your ^Gnightstand^C, just inches a^Fway With ^Emletters from ^Ffaces we'll ^Gask if you ^Cknew Who ^Amsend out a^Gnother ^Cyearly re^Fview

I'm ^Amcoming for ^Gyou, I'm coming for ^Cyou We're ^Ammaking at^Gtendance, we're following ^Fthrough So ^Amstart the next ^Gpostcard, share with me the ^Fnews Your highness has ^Amspo^Gken, I'm coming for ^Cyou

From ^EmGingie in ^FSan Fran, the ^Ggrandkids are ^Cdear The ^Amnurse from at ^GSaint Beth's^C was widowed this ^Fyear But they're ^Emmaking ar^Frangements, you ^Gjest and al^Clude And ^Amnod at Sai ^GBaba^C, you're laughingly ^Frude

I'm ^Amcoming for ^Gyou, I'm coming for ^Cyou En^Amtirely ^Gbrazen while coming un^Fto Your ^Amsunrise a^Gpartment and incredible ^Fview Of birds that keep ^Amchir^Gping, "I'm coming for ^Cyou"

I'm ^Amcoming for ^Gyou, I'm coming for ^Cyou Your ^Ambeautiful ^Gbrightness, perpetually ^Fnew So ^Amold in your ^Gbody, the youth's in your ^Fmood They're keeping your ^Amspace ^Gthere, they're dying for ^Cyou We'll ^Amsing your good ^Ggraces when they come for ^Fyou But ^Amuntil that ^Gday's here, I'm coming for ^Cyou