Interpret:

Jeff Buckley

Album:

Mystery White Boy

Mood swing whiskey
Drank it all in the morning
Waiting for the dark to move in
Sitting in my step-sister's kitchen
Horseflies on the window sill
Eyes trained on the lemon king
And wishing it were a gun


I'm thinking of our wedding rings
Trapped inside the heater
Spring water on the floor of this
Sex starved room


The nightmare's fires burn
The waves of bliss
I tried to stop it with my hand
I was lost in the kiss
With you


Mood swing whiskey
Your bliss, the actress,
Bliss, the assassin
Bliss, the abyss


Did a crazy shot of whiskey
In about zero to sixty
All i could see was the beer


I face the future with a drink in my right
Eyes to the sparkling gloom
Body naked, afraid, and amazed


Say boost me up to your junkyard paradise
Boost me up to your junkyard paradise
With a sweet-ass photo of you


She cheated, and she lied, and you stole her
Stung my tongue just like
Sweat from her shoulder


Ooh, mood swing whiskey
Your love, the destroyer
Love, the destroyer
Love, love...


Yes mood swing whiskey has my brain
Only you can break this chain
Are you here in my bed again
Can you hear my love again [x4]


Run down the subway station babe
I'm packing my rod
All and present histories erased
I am a punishing god
Mood swing whiskey
Yeah the leaves are made of
Messy things again


And i said this is all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All for the law of gravity
And the price of admission


Beautiful loser warm hearts have let you down
Beautiful loser warm hearts have left you
Oh no, you...


I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since i took a drink from you
This is for all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All in the name of gravity
And the price of admission


Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Cause you're beautiful


I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since I took a drink of you