(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 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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) 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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