Grace Lyrics - Wild Strawberries

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