Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grace, artist - Wild Strawberries. Date of issue: 23.03.2005
Song language: English
Grace |
| 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 |
| And 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 really don’t love you it just looks that way |
| Radio lover meets serial killer |
| And he says it’s inevitable |
| She says call me Grace |
| I think I met you on death row |
| Somewhere in Louisiana |
| Or maybe it was at Heathrow |
| You were flying to Cancun |
| I really don’t love you it just looks that way |
| Radio lover meets serial killer |
| And he says it’s inevitable |
| She says call me Grace |
| I think I met you at Graceland National |
| That was me torching your bike |
| Or maybe it was in the abattoir |
| I was the one with the knife |
| I really don’t love you it just looks that way |
| Radio lover meets serial killer |
| And he says it’s inevitable |
| She says call me Grace |