"..though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this..

Time takes care of the wound, or so it had believed.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.
Gifts for bootheels 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,
and pretender left, ungrateful.

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 that stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen and my chances were few?
and love brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You're the woman, I'm a calf.
You're the 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.
And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.

I had to send it away to bring us back again.

Jeff Buckley
Morning Theft
(Lyrics as performed live)
Few to little variations from the original record featured in Sketches from my sweetheart the drunk album.

Excepcional, como siempre..
Simplemente hermoso.
De mis favoritas.

abvn.-