"Gracie" lyrics

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 at 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'd 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 empty of a kind word
Lost in shadow under Hades' 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