Jeff Buckley , Lover, You Should've Come Over (from Live in Chicago)

not lover, not at all..'romantic', just likes the music

Jeff Buckley , Lover, You Should've Come Over (Official version)

Leonard Cohen , Lover, Lover, Lover (Audio)

I asked my father,
I said, "father change my name."
The one I'm using now it's covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.

He said, "i locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile."

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.

"then let me start again," i cried,
"please let me start again,
I want a face that's fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm."

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.

"i never never turned aside," he said,
"i never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face."

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.

And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.

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?