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Jeff Buckley Sketches (For My Sweetheart the Drunk) (1998) Morning theft Time takes care of the wound So I can believe You had so much to give You thought I couldn?t see Gifts for boot heels to crush Promises deceived I had to send it away To bring us back again Your eyes and body brighten Silent waters, deep Your precious daughter in the Other room, asleep A kiss ?Goodnight? from every Stranger that I meet I had to send it away To bring us back again Morning theft Unpretender left Ungraceful True self is what Brought you here, to me A place where we can Accept this love Friendship battered down by Useless history Unexamined failure But what am I still to you Some thief who stole from you? Or, some fool drama queen Whose chances were few? That brings us to who we need A place where we can save A heart that beats as Both siphon and reservoir You?re a woman, I?m a calf You?re a window, I?m a knife We come together Making chance in the starlight Meet me tomorrow night Or any day you want I have no right to wonder Just how, or when You know the meaning fits There?s no relief in this I miss my beautiful friend I have to send it away To bring her back again. |
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