Ghost calls to visit   With my keys in his pocket   Kisses in my mouth with his   Eyes hanging out of his sockets   My memories crumble   Under 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 a blackened cab   Some destination was moving on in   I remember the words that you told me   How they come down so hard, so plain   Fate is going to find your love in a   Glass of champagne      I lied to my host I told him   I knew how far I could go   When I emptied my guts out   On his brand new stereo   Well he paid me to go upstairs   And spend a 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 that I spilled all my beer   I met a ride in that blackened cab   Some destination was all that he had   Easy now, this car is speeding up   For my last chance, crashing to freedom   Fate is going to find your love in a   Glass of champagne      Sweat pours down   You’re in the back seat sleeping   And she waits by the window   On an empty bed, weeping   The ghost guns the motor   To the land that he promised me   I guess this is the time when your   Best intentions become facts again      This is no song for the dislocated   The one you loved but it turned to be hated   Because the lies of the spirit possessed you   Because the eyes of your lover resist you   Listen now, you keep your aim steady   As your temple turns to kiss the pistol   Fate is going to find your love   In a glass of champagne      Fate is going to find your love   In a glass of champagne