Jeff Buckley
Jeff Buckley
Jeff Buckley
Jeff Buckley
Jeff Buckley
Jeff Buckley
The ghost calls to visit
With my keys in his pocket
Kisses in my mouth with his
Eyes hanging out of his sockets
My memories crumble
Under still resistance
I was torn out like pages
From the book of existence
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for a blackened cab
Some destination was moving on in
I remember the words that you told me
How they come down so hard, so plain
Fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne
Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of a sadomasochist
Well she's mouthing for his place like a tongue on crystal meth
The cigarette smelling like the feeling inside my chest
I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud that I spit up my beer
I met a ride in that blackened cab
Some destination was moving on in
Easy now, this car is speeding up
For my last chance, crashing to freedom
Fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne
Sweat pours down
You're in the back seat sleeping
And she waits by the window
From an empty bed, weeping
The ghost guns the motor
To the land that he promised me
I guess this is the time when your
Best intentions become accidents
This is my story for the dislocated
You're born to love but who turn to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen up, you keep your aim steady
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne