gracie Songtext
von Trash Panda

Been sitting in the house all day
Pressed between the pages
Staring at your roses in my grandma′s vase
Missed the big occasion
Poppy fields and chamomile

She made it hard to be alone
I met her in a palace of chrysanthemum

Green-eyed, hands down in soil
Where roots drink up dark rum
She laughed as Baudelaire and Rilke
The way mothers laugh at sons
She must be the one


Lately, life had been a bitter drug
'Til I met Gracie
Then things started looking up
Only problem is she′s gone now
Long before we'd ever had enough
She makes it hard to be alone

Depth of heart is often shorted (These days, these days)
Depth of love often aborted (These days)
She painted gardenias in the morning
And I thought she made the sun to shine
For all time
Lately, life had been a bitter drug
'Til I met Gracie
Then things started looking up

I was only a kind word
Lost in shadow under Eden′s rug
I hope she never feels alone

Been sitting in the house all day
Pressed between the pages
Staring at your roses in my grandma′s vase
Missed the big occasion
Poppy fields and chamomile
I hope she never feels alone