It's so hard when you love everything that is trapping you,
Hard when you feel like there's nothing to do,
Like the only girl who's alone at the carnival,
Not even the spotlight changes her point of view.

And she wants a war so there's something to cry about,
Bloodiest since 1862,
And she wants a death so that all of the tears can flow,
Onto everyone that she ever knew.

And she wants to be remembered in traumatic, haunting dreams,
Of Boy Scouts and field trips,
Watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene.
(x2)

The girl leaps from the platform,
Glides gracefully to her doom,
At least graceful is what's perceived by everyone in the room,
Oh but, Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly,
As she falls that's all she sees,
Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly,
That's who she has always wanted to be,
Now falling all that flashes, are a bunch of scenes from old movies,
Of Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly
And none of her life on the trapeze.

She wants a war so there's something to cry about,
Bloodiest since 1862,
She wants a death so that all of the tears can flow,
Onto everyone that she ever knew.

And she wants to be remembered in traumatic, haunting dreams,
Of Boy Scouts and field trips,
Watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene.
(x2)

And you can watch rear window every day,
But you can't live it.
(x4)

And she wants to be remembered in traumatic, haunting dreams,
Of Boy Scouts and field trips,
Watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene.
(x2)

Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly,
In traumatic, haunting dreams,
Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly,
Watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene.