sweet euphoria - chris cornell

sweet euphoria mine is the heart you own
you lost the grace of the hands that harmed you
in the daze of a thousand yawns
lost my love, as it is i'm truly gone
in your morning i will sleep
fire on an open palm
death for jesus and plastic armies
wouldn't bring me back again
sweet as ether eyes i'm blind to them

and in your aching hour
time wilts like flowers
sleeping on land-mine pillows
tired angels
save my love for the lasting one

sweet euphoria mine is the heart you stole
touched and broken are the things you love
using stars to light your candles
warms my face but i can't remember yours
gone are your dandelions falling like mine
falling like daydream mangos
diving swallows

save my love for the lasting one

pillow of your bones

chris cornell, sound garden frontman and already a legend in world of music. growing up in a troubled home, divorced parents; he went from an authority defying kid and stealing from neighbours to be a great song writer. he was born & raised in seattle. he left the school at age of 15 in order to help her mother run the family, when eventually her mother introduced hiom to drums and he got a full kit dum and started to play.
later in olleg years, he formed sound garden and won two grammies. he later started his solo career before forming audio slave with ex-RATM band members. they produced two albums and split on irreconcilable musical differences (and probably personal). He started his solo career with a fantastic album "Euphoria morning" here is pillow of your bone from the album:


the embers of the saint inside of you
are growing as i'm bathing in your glow
i'm swallowing the poison of your flower
and hanging on the rising of my low
colorful and falling from your mouth
like a painted fever in recoil
like a lie without the pain

on a pillow of your bones
i will lay across the stones
of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
throw my pillow on the fire
make my bed under the eye
of your moon until the tide comes crawling back

a waning hand on silver granite ways
will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
i'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
i'm cradling the peril of my only choice
colorful and falling from your mouth
like a painted fever in recoil
like a lie without the pain

on a pillow of your bones
i will lay across the stone
of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
throw my pillow on the fire
make my bed under the eye
of your moon until the tide comes crawling back


even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
i will wander through your open mind
and you will find no lie can hide
until the tide comes crawling