Cm The city lights are beckoning D# Their sirens softly call Cm All the fantasists and fetishist D# G# Are preparing for  their ball  D# Fm Weâve been stuck here on the  doorstep D# With nothing to forsake Fm But we might as well  Cm be anyoneâs to take G# Cm  D# So I give myself to  strangers Cm Like I gave myself to you  D# The tenderness I felt  has been replaced By something new Fm And in the ending I can vaguely hear D# Fm An outline  of your call  Cm But it might as well  be any words at all G# Cm Every memory is sailing D# Cm To the kingdom of your  soul As you patiently await D# Fm I lose my sense of  self-control For you were the lighthouse to my broken boat D# Fm But I  left you behind Cm Now I might as well  be anyoneâs to find Now I might as well be anyoneâs to find