INTRO: C  F C  F C 
 
             F               C
You had your body pierced in Naples
           F                C
Found your patron saints in Rome
     F                         C
Your Buddha, brought back from Bangkok
F                C
Hides your runic stones
 
 
         F                C
And your star of David, a-crucified
     F                     G
In a pendant you made from bones
     F                    C
Your Hindi music's on the hifi
         E                Am    G
And your Muslim is on the phone
        F         G        F    G  F  G
In this place you now call home
 
 
           F                     C
Still, you take your clothes off slowly
   F                C
To stoned messiah's tones
     F           C
Your mirror ball retro-flits
            F                 C
Across your bolstered bed-sit wall
 
 
        F                     C
And you pray for all life can bring you
                 F              G
It's like you're praying for us all 
     F                C
Your tarot spoke of a stranger
     E                   Am    G
Your I-Ching of a girl unknown
        F         G        F    G               Am     G
In this place you now call home   (you now call home)
 
 
        Am                            F
And you bleed for the blade life will give ya
              Am              F
But still you want to swallow whole
    Am              F
The stoned messiahs prophesise
            C                F
It's like a hot-wire to your soul
                                    C
Like your bible that's holding your life up
     E              Am    G
Or a window to your world
       F                      C
As the camera pans out from a laptop
      E                     Am
We'll watch your world grow small
   F                     G                    F
As snowflakes swirl in a ticker-tape snowscape
              G                          F
Fade out on a paperweight - and a golden girl
 
 
Harmonica Break: C         F    C  F  C  F  C
                    Oh oh, yeah
 
 
        F               C
Turning soul cards with Retsina
          F                C
Which you pour like sacred scrolls 
         F             C
Kneeling naked at your altar
     F                 C
Your patchwork quilt enfolds ya
 
 
           F                  C
And it's a Hindi music on the hifi
      F           G
And a Sufi on the phone
    F                     C
The dance becoming your reality
             E               Am    G
I think it's time that I was going
          F         G        F
From this place you now call home
 
 
OUTRO: G  F  G  F  G
 
           Am                           G
Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up
                          F
Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up
G  F  G    C   F  C       F  C