Jeff Buckley- Lover, You Should've Come Over

for a long time whatever it means, for a thousand cigarettes

and buckets of wine, for rivers of tears and for poems

walking around the room, for ghosts in the windows, for stifled shouts and for

thoughts on stilts, for cold nights and for wandering minds, for the clotting of blood,

the hours of complaining, the nightmares in the deep, for the tiredness in the mornings,

for everything and for the waste of time-

to come to the simple life and in an easy way : shouldn't we come?