She walks into the room with a grace of a panther
And she doesn't see anything at all
Spills coffee on a pure white rug
Smashes the cup against the wall
She says
How can I turn it on and off again
How can I turn it on
How can I turn it on and off again
How can I turn it on
She chews a sliver off a fingernail
And dreams about a dream that she once had
Three long weeks to grow it again
Chipped, cracked black and she feels sad (ch)
Oh, Grace, there must be a better time and place
She says
I've forgotten more than I'll never know
And I don't know anything anymore
I've been dumb and I've been blind
But I can't seem to find my way out of this hind (ch)