[intro] [Sound effect: Distant party chatter, clinking glasses, ice in tumblers, general room noise] [Audio effect: Electric guitar feedback swells, squeals] First time I saw her, she was wearing blue jeans and a blazer, Cutting cocaine with a dirty old razor! [verse 1] [Rhythm section locks in, driving pub-rock bass and drums] She was telling all her friends how love was so cruel... She was telling all her friends, how he broke the golden rule. [verse 2] I was sipping whisky, splash of lemonade I was thinking, why were your dreams betrayed You was sitting... sitting by the pool... You was looking... looking pretty cool... [chorus] [Guitars swell, backing vocals chime in with mod-soul harmony] Oh Grace, I overheard your name. Oh Grace, did you notice my face? Oh Grace, are you in pain? Oh Grace, I know this place. [bridge] [Tempo pushes, sharp punchy snare drum and driving tambourine kick up the energy] What's the story? While your friends play, The judge and jury! Do you tell the truth? Do you tell a lie? Do you come with an alibi? [mid-song drum solo / breakdown] [Audio effect: Music abruptly drops out on "alibi!" except for an explosive, pounding drum fill — snappy snare rolls, heavy tom-toms, and crashing cymbals] [Audio effect: A raw, bluesy electric guitar screech bends up through the drums, building a massive wall of tension... then a 4-count kick drum count-in hits: 1, 2, 3, 4!] [verse 3] [Full band slams back in, dropping into a sultry, steady strut] If I had someone as pretty as you... Would I be content with my view? Do you like to burn like a flame? Do you ever shoulder the blame? [outro] [Guitars pull back slightly, leaving space for raw, observational vocals] The cocaine you're using, Does it paper over cracks? The cocaine you're using, Does it derail you from the tracks? [Music begins to slow down, holding on a gritty, lingering guitar chord] Oh Grace... I like what I see... But I need saving From my own misery. [Sound effect: Music dies out into final feedback trail; party chatter, distant laughter, and glasses clinking swell back up briefly] [Fade out]
