Jeff Buckley Follow

The ghost comes to visit
With my keys in his pocket
Kisses on my mouth
With his eyes rolling out of their socket
Memories crumbling
Under solid steel 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 that black death cab
My destination was moving on in
And I remember words you told me
Came down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find your love
In your glass of champagne

Love came calling
As a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets
Of a sadomasochist
Mouthing for his place
Like a tongue on crystal meth
Cigarette smell
Like a fear inside my chest

Yes, and I lied to my host
That I knew how far that I could go
Well, I emptied my guts out
On his brand new stereo
He paid me to go on upstairs
And spend the night with his friend
I never wanna see my face in the mirror again

I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud I spit up my beer
I took a ride down in that black death cab
My destination is already here
Easy now, car is speeding up
For my last chance crash into freedom
Fate is gonna find you love
in your glass of champagne

Sweat pours down on me
In the back seat sleeping
She watches from her empty bed
At the window weeping
Ghost guns that motor
To the land that he promised me
Draw bridge abandoned
And the motor leads no where, yae...

This is a song for the dislocated
Who want to love but are doomed to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possess you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen up boy, shout it from the bottom
Of a barrel heading down the rapids...ya
Steady now, keep your aim solid
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is gonna find your love out
In your glass of champagne
Fate is gonna find you love
In your glass of champagne
Fate is gonna find you
in your glass of...