Gracie Lyrics - Bic Runga

Gracie takes the bottles from the porch where you had left them 

There are age-old drinks of wine you never shared. 

Drivin' down the motorway, with all the best intentions, 

She a picture of perfection with her cut and coloured hair. 

But it's you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake 

She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile 

You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes 

Regrets an open road that streches out for miles. 

Coffee pots, and bottle tops 

And all of this disorder 

She soaks the plates in the dishwater till it's cold 

Her reflection in the window of the stars around the corner 

Walk beside her as she's stridin' down the road 

But it's you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake 

She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile 

You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes 

Regrets an open road that streches out for mi-I-I-I-iles 

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