IDA EMILIE - LOU GRACE Standard Tuning Tonight the canvas skies glides by before our eyes, With cardboard stars aligned shaping our state of mind. The afternoon bids welcome to the pale paper moon, An eagle owl with cotton quill flies east passed the hill. Thereâs a trail of thoughts we used to follow, That leads the way into the mountain hollow. And the place we thought weâd never see, Unfolding before you and me, Where Lou Grace flows upstream, Is still the place where we shall meet. Our blanketâs carried by the breeze across the seven seas, We row our way with old Johnâs cane, the shore weâll attain. Ahead our eyes are set on something new, with shades of blue, Itâs cobalt curtains shaped like waterfalls, unfolding itself tall. Let's pretend this world will always remain, And when we leave this place, we'll stay the same. And the place we thought weâd never see, Unfolding before you and me, Where Lou Grace flows upstream, Is still the place where we shall meet. Lou Grace, Lou Graceâs running, Leading home to where we know we should be heading to. And the place we thought weâd never see, Unfolding before you and me, Where Lou Grace flows upstream, Where Lou Grace flows upstream, Is still the place where we shall meet.