Jamaica Inn – Tori Amos

Can you patch my jeans Peggy Ann –
just a little stitch to mend the hole
he has torn
if you can

maybe I got too set in my ways
he says she reminds him of me
when we first met
in those early days…

the sexiest thing is trust

I wake up to find
the pirates have come[(G)]
tying up along your coast

how was I to know
the pirates have come
between Rebecca’s
beneath your firmaments
I have worshipped
in the Jamaica Inn
in the Jamaica Inn

with the gales my little boat was tossed
how was I to know that you’d sent her
with a lantern
to bring me in

“Are you positive this is a friend?”
the captain grimaced,
“Those are cliffs of rock ahead
if I’m not mistaken.”

the sexiest thing is trust
I wake up to find
the pirates have come
tying up along your coast
how was I to know
the pirates have come
between Rebecca’s
beneath your firmaments
I have worshipped

the sexiest thing is trust
I wake up to find
the pirates have come
tying up along your coast
how was I to know
the pirates have come
between Rebecca’s
beneath your firmaments
I have worshipped
in the Jamaica Inn
in the Jamaica Inn
in the Jamaica Inn
in the Jamaica Inn

under my petty coat.

the power of listening to what,
you don’t want me to know.

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces.
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this-
this little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss
am[-] I alone in this…

A matter of complication
when you become a twist
for their latest drink
as they’re transitioning

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
this little pill in my hand that keeps the pain living
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this
that sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss
am I alone in this…

The power of orange knickers
under my petty coat.

the power of listening to what,
you don’t want me to know.

Shame shame time to leave me now
Shame shame you’ve had your fun
shame shame for letting me think that I would be the one

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
this little pill in my hand or this secret kiss, kiss
am I alone in this kiss

Chords by Felipe
msn – felipemagaldi@hotmail.com