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 song 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