Grace

Grace, where you going now?

If you walk out that door I'll just follow you out

Because we've got a lot to talk about

We just might as well get to it now

But Grace says, "What's going on?"

"Who are these people here? They don't belong"

Guess we've known for a while that some thing's wrong

When you don't recognise your child

But you know the words to the songs you used to know

Soft and slow, that's how we go

We live each moment how that moment must go

We can't work it out if there's nothing to know

We can't help you out if there's nowhere to go

When I lose my mind I hope it don't go... so... slow

Grace, she don't know me now

When she tries to talk the words don't come out

Every once in a while she'll recognise me

Feels like in those moments she's alive