Oh, this one is wicked. Somewhat predictable, but Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley will always remind me of heartbreak and its aftermath—the unpleasant memory of living alone in a tiny, grim bedsit in West London. On Saturdays I'd hop on the tube to Covent Garden and spend the day mooching round record shops. I bought loads of CDs during that period, and Grace was one of them. Listening to it now still stings a bit, 20+ years later.
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes
And the memories offer signs that it's over
