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