Lyrics:

(Jeff Buckley / Michael Tighe)

Mood swing whiskey

Drank it all in the morning

Waiting for the dark to move in

Sitting in my step-sister's kitchen

Horseflies on the window sill

Eyes trained on the lemon king

And wishing it were a gun



I'm thinking of our wedding rings

Trapped inside the heater

Spring water on the floor of this

Sex starved room



The nightmare's fires burn

The waves of bliss

I tried to stop it with my hand

I was lost in the kiss

With you



Mood swing whiskey

Your bliss, the actress,

Bliss, the assassin

Bliss, the abyss



Did a crazy shot of whiskey

In about zero to sixty

All i could see was the beer



I face the future with a drink in my right

Eyes to the sparkling gloom

Body naked, afraid, and amazed



Say boost me up to your junkyard paradise

Boost me up to your junkyard paradise

With a sweet-ass photo of you



She cheated, and she lied, and you stole her

Stung my tongue just like

Sweat from her shoulder



Ooh, mood swing whiskey

Your love, the destroyer

Love, the destroyer

Love, love...



Yes mood swing whiskey has my brain

Only you can break this chain

Are you here in my bed again

Can you hear my love again (x4)



Run down the subway station babe

I'm packing my rod

All and present histories erased

I am a punishing god

Mood swing whiskey

Yeah the leaves are made of

Messy things again



And i said this is all the headless acrobats

Faces crushed in the circus dust

All for the law of gravity

And the price of admission



Beautiful loser warm hearts have let you down

Beautiful loser warm hearts have left you

Oh no, you...



I think of mankind in quotation marks

Ever since i took a drink from you

This is for all the headless acrobats

Faces crushed in the circus dust

All in the name of gravity

And the price of admission



Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now

Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now

Cause you're beautiful



I think of mankind in quotation marks

Ever since I took a drink of you