Kisses on my mouth
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
From the book of existence
You're gonna love, but it turned to be hated
Songwriter: Jeff Buckley
I made a call from my blackened cab
Like a tongue on crystal myth
Fate is gonna find your love
In a glass of champagne
And she waits by the window
Fate is gonna find your love
Easy now, this car is speeding up
I guess this is the time
Under steel resistance
I made a ride in that blackened cab
My mind a blur and some red on my chin
I was torn out like pages
Stealing from the pockets
The ghost comes to visit
Like the fear inside my chest
{Thank you}
Well, this is my story for the dislocated
Now they come down so hard, so plain
Her cigarette smell
To the promised land he promised you
I woke up in a strange place
And she's mouthing for this place
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
With his eyes hanging out of his sockets
And I woke up in a strange place
Sweat pours down
Publishers: EL VIEJITO MUSIC, SONY/ATV SONGS LLC
Some destination was moving on in
Love came calling
And I remember words that you told me
Some destination was moving on in
Listen up, you keep your aim steady
In a glass of champagne
You're in the back seat sleeping
Music so loud that I spilled all my beer
Memories crumbling
Because the lies of the spirit possessed her
In a glass of champagne
When my best intentions become accidents
Fate is gonna find your love
For my last chance crashing to freedom
And the ghost guns the motor
As a counterfeit mistress
Of a sadomasochist
From my empty bed weeping
With my keys in his pocket