She walks into the room with a grace of a panther and she doesn't see anything at all spills coffee on a pure white rug smashes the cup against the wall she says how can I turn it on and off again how can I turn it on how can I turn it on and off again how can I turn it on she chews a sliver off a fingernail and dreams about a dream that she once had three long weeks to grow it again chipped, cracked black and she feels sad (ch) oh, Grace, there must be a better time and place she says I've forgotten more than I'll never know and I don't know anything anymore I've been dumb and I've been blind but I can't seem to find my way out of this hind (ch)