Grace Songtext
von Stuart Davis

Grace comes home drunk
And beats on the door to my gut
I fumble with locks til a wound opens

And she falls in laughing

Honey, I′m home
Honey, I'm home


I wince as she stumbles up my spine
And leaves a trail of bruises on my ribs
I choke on her dancing on my tongue
Where she kicks out a tooth

Honey, I′m home
Honey, I'm home

She smokes her cigarettes inside my head
And blows all the smoke into my eyes
Til one melts a tear and she sighs,
Just what I thought
Another fragile buddha