Pamme Swan: Swan Songs

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I blamed winter's misfortunes on Grace.

Grace’s is running round the big old Inn
She’s making everybody sick and everybody thin
The numbers aren’t crunching, the innkeepers sad
He can’t get out of bed he’s feeling that bad
On the second floor in room number nine
The clocks are broken an I don’t have time
For Grace’s Ghost
Grace’s Ghost

Mean mean mountains in the wintertime
They’ll freeze you solid an take your life
They’ll show no mercy if they let you go
Make you drunk and crazy when you think you know
Which way to go Which way to go
North is east and south is west
I lost my direction I can’t get no rest
With Grace’s Ghost
Grace’s Ghost

The hearth is crackling with a traitor fire
Peyton place in full drama about to expire
Mr. Gillette it was a tragic mistake
Leaving two hearts broken at bottom of this lake
I read Graces letters outside the wind whips around
Did your cold heart break when you watched her sink down
Grace’s Ghost
Grace’s Ghost

Mean mean mountains in the wintertime
They’ll freeze you solid an take your life
They’ll show no mercy when they let you go
Make you drunk and crazy when you think you know
Which way to go Which way to go
North is east and south is west
I lost my direction I can’t get no rest
With Grace’s Ghost
Grace’s Ghost


Grace is running round the big old Inn
She’s making everybody sick an everybody thin
Nobody’s thinking straight crazy as loons
With Grace slamming doors in all the empty rooms
On this frozen lake I'm lost in time
In a swirl of snow making me blind
Is Grace’s Ghost
Is Grace's Ghost
Grace's Ghost
Grace's Ghost