Lyrics: Haven’t you heard
Album: Sketches (For My Sweetheart the Drunk)
Artist: Jeff Buckley
 

Your wish is my command!
Have you heard this talk about eye contact
Gonna be the downfall of this town
First the photographs take you to the right hands
Leads you to the authority mold

Paranoia will write the world prayer
Make sure that you fit in the right holes
But when you take his offer, you’re done for
Done for, done for, oooh….

Phantoms in pockets, we’re in panic
Making order in total disgust
Oh, they read a list of all who cannot stay
Take you down, on the ground

Paranoia will write this world prayer
Make sure that you fit in the right holes
But when you take his offer, you’re done for
Done for, oooh….

Make sure you learn to beware your neighbor
Bolt the doors and hire your guards
Suck your life with their virus called language
Someone told you this all would go down
And the last thing you see is the luster
Hold the razor, goodbye to your friends
Would your underground please call the mayor
Call the neighbor, call your friends

Paranoia will write the world prayer
Make sure that you fit in the right holes
But when you take his offer, you’re done for
Done for, done for, oooh….

Well, when he first saw you
You’d need no protection
Eyes trained on your mouth
You’ll learn to take him
Hmmm, It’s a brand new power, oh

My friends had her questions right
Beware your neighbor
Haven’t you heard, haven’t you heard
That we’re done for. Oh
Learn to beware your neighbor
And the right mode
Haven’t you heard?
Haven’t you heard
That we’re done for, done for ? Oh

When I count down from ten
You’ll feel the lead in your lids
You’ll have no need to exist
And wake up refreshed.

I know we could be so happy baby (If we wanted to )

There’s no easy answer
None to blame or forgive
Two cripples dancing
To the end we live

I’m not with you not of you
Not with you, not of you
You are soft and young to me
I am the ghost who comes and goes
And I hope I’ll catch you
In the throws of one last look at the wonder
One last look at the wonder

O, God, I love you
And all the past we once knew
Some other love becomes you
Whatever else we come to
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be

You are soft and young to me
I am the ghost who comes and goes
I’m hoping that I’ll catch you in the throws
Of one last look at joy that we’ve become

But there’s no easy answer, none to blame or forgive
We were two cripples dancing
To the bitter end we live
I’m not with you, but of you
I’m not with you but of you

O, God, I loved you
And all the past we once knew
Some other love becomes you
Whatever else it comes to
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be

We had a birthplace in common
We had separate beds and lives

I’ll just sit here and glow
Break out the oldest pictures
Hand your ruined letters out to dry
We had a birthplace in common
And separate beds and lives
And lives, and lives
I know that we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be
I know that we could be so happy, baby
Yeah oh.