If Jeff Buckley had lived And his voice still was heard On the weak second album And difficult third Then the critics, who broke him, He couldn't forgive - Would grow old and forget him If Jeff Buckley had lived And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take If Jeff Buckley had lived There'd have been weeks of sickness Acid vomit in his throat And awful press pictures. He'd have turned down half the needy Who asked him to give And plenty would have cursed him If Jeff Buckley had lived And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take If Jeff Buckley had lived He'd have been short on the throne And counted his life out In an old rockstar's home Where they play 'Hallelujah' Every retrospective And most wouldn't know him If Jeff Buckley had lived And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take And there is no salvation at the hands of the fates And there is no design to whom death comes to take And the faces in the vapour, they are lies and mistakes Every day there is a fog there, at the edge of the lake Every day there is a fog three, at the edge of the lake. |
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