lover_you_shouldve_come_over unhinged looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners parading in their wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong but tonight you are on my mind so you'll never know every inch of me is full of pain oh you should have come over my broken bones can smell the rain and they're aching to recover and the rain i want it to come down fast like kisses on my skin but it passed me by and it left me dry oh lover you should have come over broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it where are you tonight charged to know how much i need you too young to hold on and too old to break free and run too old to run lover you should have come over will i wait will i learn will i ever see your return? lover you should have come over lonely is the room the bed is made the open window lets the rain in burning in the corner is the only one who wants you with him my body turns and yearns for sleep that will never come it's never over my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder it's never over all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her it's never over all my blood for the memories and the sweetness of her laughter it's never over she's the tear that hangs inside my song forever maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong oh lover you should have come over will i wait will i burn will i see your return oh lover you should have come over extended lyrics from live at sin-e legacy edition later to be lover_you_shouldve_come_over on grace jeff_buckley 040810 ... no reason "my broken bones can smell the rain" oh, that's so beautiful 040810 ... unhinged sadly he cuts out that verse of lyrics in the final grace version 040810 ... unhinged we both started listening to jeff on the same night from someone else's guitar, on t.v. live at chicago. and he always played this jeff song for her. lover for her, so_real for bobbi. she can't listen to it anymore death_of_a_love_song ? the_death_of_a_love_song ? 040810 ... concha a dozen hot nights, tangled in the sheets of the bottom bunk, dirty work clothes tossed on the floor and this song, on repeat softly in the background while i tried to escape the heat the seeped into the room from the open window. a dozen crisp nights buried under woolen blankets, school notes crinkling at my feet and tangled in socks, this song on repeat while i tried to make sense of it all. "too young to hold on, too old to just break free and run." 061025 ... unhinged how cliche of us 070419 what's it to you? who go blather from