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