I Woke Up in a Strange Place - Live at Palais Theatre Lyrics
| Song | I Woke Up in a Strange Place - Live at Palais Theatre |
| Artist | Jeff Buckley |
| Album | Mystery White Boy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| I lied to my host I told him | |
| I knew how far I could go | |
| Then 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 spit up 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 accidents | |
| This is my story for the dislocated | |
| Who want 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 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 |
| 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 | |
| I lied to my host I told him | |
| I knew how far I could go | |
| Then 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 spit up 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 accidents | |
| This is my story for the dislocated | |
| Who want 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 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 |
| 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 | |
| I lied to my host I told him | |
| I knew how far I could go | |
| Then 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 spit up 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 accidents | |
| This is my story for the dislocated | |
| Who want 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 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 |
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