Grace, where you going now? If you walk out that door I'll just follow you out Because we've got a lot to talk about We just might as well get to it now But Grace says, "What's going on?" "Who are these people here? They don't belong" Guess we've known for a while that some thing's wrong When you don't recognise your child But you know the words to the songs you used to know Soft and slow, that's how we go We live each moment how that moment must go We can't work it out if there's nothing to know We can't help you out if there's nowhere to go When I lose my mind I hope it don't go... so... slow Grace, she don't know me now When she tries to talk the words don't come out Every once in a while she'll recognise me Feels like in those moments she's alive