Gracie - Bic Runga

Gracie

Gracie takes the bottles from the porch we you had left them,

There are age old dregs of wine you never shared.

Drivin' down the motorway, with all the best intentions,

She's a picture of perfection with her cut and coloured hair.

But it's you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake,

She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile.

You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes,

Regrets, an open road that streches out for miles.

Coffee pots and bottle tops, and all of this disorder,

She soaks the plates in the dishwater 'til it's cold.

Her reflection in the windows of the stores around the corner,

Walk beside her as she's stridin' down the road.

But it's you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake,

She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile.

You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes,

Regrets, an open road that streches out for miles.

lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalala, lalalalalalala, lalalalalalala

lalalalalalala.

You, she thinks of in the hours while she's awake,

She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile.

You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes,

Regrets, an open road that streches out for miles.