Grace lyrics
Song information
Artist: Wild Strawberries
Album: Grace
Lyrics
I think I met you on the seventeenth floor
When I stood on margot's window sill
Or maybe it was in the crimean war
When I lost my middle finger
I really don't love you
It just looks that way
Radio lover meets serial killer
He says it's inevitable
She says call me grace
I think I met you on the mental ward
You watched me juggle my life
Or maybe it was in some naphthalene story
Roman candles and wine
I think I met you on death row
Somewhere in louisiana
Or maybe it was at heathrow
You were flying to cancun
I think I met you at graceland national
I was the one torching the bike
Or maybe it was at the abattoir
I was the one with the knife