Grace
The Wilds Lyrics

I think I met you on the seventeenth floor
I met you on the top floor of a building.

When I stood on Margot's window sill
I saw you from the window on the seventeenth floor of Margot's building.

Or maybe it was in the Crimean war
I might have met you during the Crimean War.

When I lost my middle finger
My memory of the Crimean War is associated with losing my middle finger.

I really don't love you
I have no true affection for you.

It just looks that way
But it may appear otherwise.

Radio lover meets serial killer
I feel like my situation is akin to a story where a radio-loving person meets a serial killer.

He says it's inevitable
The killer says that our connection is meant to happen.

She says call me Grace
But I ask you to refer to me as Grace.

I think I met you on the mental ward
I might have met you at a psychiatric hospital.

You watched me juggle my life
You witnessed me trying to balance my life's responsibilities.

Or maybe it was in some naphthalene story
Perhaps I met you in a story associated with the chemical compound naphthalene.

Roman candles and wine
A story which includes Roman candles and wine.

I think I met you on death row
I could've met you on death row.

Somewhere in Louisiana
In Louisiana, where the death penalty is still used.

Or maybe it was at Heathrow
Alternatively at Heathrow airport.

You were flying to Cancun
You were departing on a flight to Cancun.

I think I met you at Graceland National
I might have encountered you at Graceland National.

I was the one torching the bike
At that moment, I was present and responsible for burning a motorcycle.

Or maybe it was at the abattoir
Or maybe it was at a slaughterhouse.

I was the one with the knife
At that time, I was holding a knife.