Tytuł: Woke up in a strange place

• Wykonawca: Jeff Buckley
• Wyświetleń: 195

  
   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
  
  I lied to my host I told him
  I knew how far I could go
  When I emptied my guts out
  On his brand new stereo
  Well he paid me to go upstairs
  And spend a night with his friend
  I never want to see my face
  In the mirror again
  
  I woke up in a strange place
  Music so loud that I spilled all my beer
  I met a ride in that blackened cab
  Some destination was all that he had
  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
  On 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 facts again
  
  This is no song for the dislocated
  The one you loved but it turned to be hated
  Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
  Because the eyes of your lover resist you
  Listen now, 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
  
  Fate is going to find your love
  In a glass of champagne
  
  Thank you