Time takes care of the wound
So I can believe
You had so much to give
You thought I couldn’t see
Gifts for boot heels 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
Unpretender left
Ungraceful
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
What am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?
Love brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir
You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together
Making chance into 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 her back again.
Jeff Buckley
November 17, 1966-May 29, 1997
So I can believe
You had so much to give
You thought I couldn’t see
Gifts for boot heels 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
Unpretender left
Ungraceful
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
What am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?
Love brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir
You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together
Making chance into 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 her back again.
Jeff Buckley
November 17, 1966-May 29, 1997
1 comment:
Today marks another year that Greg has been gone. This song always reminds me of him.
The day of his funeral I was a fucking basketcase. Crying. Drinking. Sewing a dress to wear to his funeral. All at once. All a mess.
I had this song on and had it repeating. For hours.
Listened to it all the way down to the funeral home. (And probably all the way back, but I was too far gone to remember.)
"...there's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend." Every time Jeff sang that line I'd lose it all over again.
It's 4:00 p.m. and I haven't listened to the song yet today. It's probably about time.
I miss you, sweetie.
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