Ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket
Kisses on my mouth with his eyes rolling out of the socket
Memories crumbling under solid still resistance
I was torn out like pages from The Book of Existence

I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for that Black Death cab
My destination is moving on in
And I remember words you told me
Came down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find you, Love
In your glass of champagne

Love came calling as a counterfeit mistress
Stealing from the pockets of her sadomasochist
Mouthing falsе praise like a tongue on crystal mеth
Cigarette smelled like the fear inside my chest

Yes and I lied to my host that I knew how far I could go
When I emptied my guts out on his brand new stereo
He paid me to go on upstairs and spend the night with his friend
I never want to see my face in the mirror again

I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud I spit up my beer
I took a ride down in that Black Death cab
My destination is already here
Easy now, car is speeding up
For my last chance crash into freedom
Fate is going to find you, Love
In your glass of champagne
Sweat pours down, I'm in the back seat sleeping
She watches from her empty bed, out the window, weeping
Ghost guns that motor to the land that he promised me
Drawbridge abandoned and the mother needs nowhere

This is a song for you, Dislocated
You're born to love, but it turned to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen up, boy, I'm shouting from the bottom
Of a barrel, heading down the rapids, yeah
Steady now, keep your aim solid
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find you, My Love
In your glass of champagne

Fate is going to find you, Love
In your glass of champagne

Fate is going to find you, Love
In your glass of champagne