Woorden:
Jeff Buckley

Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss, a singing smile Coffee smell and lilac skin, your flame in me Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss, a singing smile Coffee

There is a child sleeping near his twin The pictures go wild in a rush of wind That dark angel he is shuffling in Watching over them with his black feather

There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Oh, it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die My fading voice sings

Moodswing whiskey Drank it all in the trailer Waiting for the dark to move in Sitting in my step-sister's kitchen Horseflies on the window sill Eyes trained

The ghost comes to visit With my keys in his pocket Kisses on my mouth With his eyes hanging out of his sockets Memories crumbling Under steel resistance

Eternal life is now on my trail Got my red glitter coffin man, just need one last nail While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games There

Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch And remember the smell of the fabric Of your simple city dress Oh, that was so real Oh, that was so real Oh,

I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this the fourth

Say farewell, g'night, sonny Jim In your defenseless, winning smile What do you hope to win? And bliss face down, defended Well, now stoned demon John