Grace

Grace

Explosion (The)
(album: Black Tape)

We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives
We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines
We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives
We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while

I could pass away
Pass away and not much would be left
Ashes ashes on the ground
I guess I never left the ground
Murder murder on the walls
Late night curtain calls are heard by skeletons in closets
Man they´ll reach out and grab your hands

´cause you´ve got grace on a bad day
´cause you´ve got grace on a bad day
´cause you´ve got grace throw everybody´s face under the falling eyes

We hold onto this moment all our lives
We all stand in a circle what´s yours it was mine
We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives
We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while

I could pass away
It still wouldn´t feel real to me
This illusive walk of death
Holding hands with skeletons
Learners, teachers will provide
Their own sweet style of elegant lies
But I won´t stop trying,
No I won´t stop trying

´cause you´ve got grace on a bad day
´cause you´ve got grace on a bad day
´cause you´ve got grace throw everybody´s face under the falling eyes

´cause you´ve got grace on a bad day
´cause you´ve got grace throw everybody´s face under the falling eyes
´cause you´ve got grace on a bad day
´cause you´ve got grace on a bad day
´cause you´ve got grace throw everybody´s face under the falling eyes

We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives
We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines
We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives
We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while
We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while
We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while