from Jeff Buckley, 'woke up in a strange place'

"...Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket
Kisses in my mouth with his eyes hanging out of his sockets
Memories crumbling under still resistance
I was torn out like pages from the book of existence

I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud that i spilled all my beer
I made a call for a blackened cab
Some destination was moving on in
I remember the words that you told me
Now they come down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find your love in a glass of champagne

Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of a sadomasochist
And she's mouthing for this place like a tongue on crystal meth
Her cigarette smelling like the fear inside my chest

I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some red on my chin
I made a call for a blackened cab
Some destination was moving on in
Easy now, this car was speeding up
For my last chance crashing to freedom
Fate is gonna find your love in a glass of champagne

Sweat pours down
You're in the back seat sleeping
And she waits by the window
From an empty bed, weeping
The ghost guns the motor
To the promised land he promised you
I guess this is the time when the best intentions become facts again

Well, this is no story for the dislocated
You're gonna love but it turned 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 gonna find your love
In a glass of champagne..."