Bree Sharp

Ballad Of Grim And Lily

Bree Sharp


It's six o'clock, the sun goes down 
The hotel shudders with the sound Of Grim and Lily's kiss good-bye 
(Oh, baby, not good-bye) 
Tired of their life of crime they make a plan for one last time 

We'll be on an island, far away, all alone 
We'll be on an island, tucked away, my love 
We're almost home 

A painting of a velvet clown 
Hides enough to skip this town 
If Grim gets there before his boss 
He'll pull the final double-cross 
Lily flicks her cigarette 
Her face is tight and white and wet, 
But Grim's so tired of his gun 
Says, "Lil, I wanna see the ocean" 

We'll be on an island, far away, all alone 
We'll be on an island, tucked away, my love 
We're almost home 

Time is ticking, pulse is quickening 
She's sick about the thickness of this plot 
Her fingers knot, the car is hot and it takes all the strength she's got not to fall 
apart when she hears the single shot 

Lily bends to meet Grim's face. As they hold hands, she whispers... 
"We've come so far, we're almost home, we've come so far. Don't 
give this up. Don't give this up -- look in my eyes... 
And you'll see an island, far away, all alone. We'll be on an island, tucked away, my 
love, we're almost home..."