Album Name : Songbook of the Dead
Release Date : 2014-04-17
Song Duration : 2:46
Stuart Davis Grace
Grace comes home drunk
And beats on the door to my gut
I fumble with locks til a wound opens
And she falls in laughing
Honey, I'm home
Honey, I'm home
I wince as she stumbles up my spine
And leaves a trail of bruises on my ribs
I choke on her dancing on my tongue
Where she kicks out a tooth
Honey, I'm home
Honey, I'm home
She smokes her cigarettes inside my head
And blows all the smoke into my eyes
Til one melts a tear and she sighs,
Just what I thought
Another fragile buddha