Jeff Buckley — I Woke Up In A Strange Place Acoustic

Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the socket Memories crumbling under solid 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 that Black Death cab My destination is moving on in And I remember words you told me Came down so hard, so plain Fate is gonna find you, Love In your glass of champagne Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist Mouthing falsе praise like a tongue on crystal mеth Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest Yes and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go When 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 want to 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 going to find you, Love In your glass of champagne Sweat pours down, I'm in the back seat sleeping She watches from her empty bed, out the window, weeping Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me Drawbridge abandoned and the mother needs nowhere This is a song for you, Dislocated You're born to love, but it turned to be hated Because the lies of the spirit possessed you Because the eyes of your lover resist you Listen up, boy, I'm shouting from the bottom Of a barrel, heading down the rapids, yeah Steady now, keep your aim solid As your temple turns to kiss the pistol Fate is going to find you, My Love In your glass of champagne Fate is going to find you, Love In your glass of champagne Fate is going to find you, Love In your glass of champagne