1997 - Grace Lyrics
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Grace
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What Are The Lyrics For Grace By 1997?
Tell me, tell me why
The snow is white? But I can't wash it all away You left last spring You went to find something You could see but could never speak West winds will wash you away Love will lift you off the ground, don't be afraid Grace will fly you home again My heart's crying for change For the road to bend, to be home again And grace is where I end and you begin My love, my friend It's a beautiful night My eyes have seen no light The sunset was the last thing on my mind I feel your hands You shake my face And tell me it's okay to believe West winds will wash you away Love will lift you off the ground, don't be afraid Grace will fly you home again My heart's crying for change For the road to bend, to be home again And grace is where I end and you begin My love, my friend Grace, it's all around you The sky is white I'm ready to be baptized You're all around me, yeah All around me Yeah (Yeah) Yeah Grace will fly you home again Where you're standing in the doorway Singing songs to my old poetry Grace will fly you home again My heart's crying for a change For this pain to end, to be home again And grace is where I end and you begin That's why I feel your heart and I know That you can be my way And I'll say my love |
Who Wrote Grace By 1997?
Allan Scott Goffinski, Caleb D Pepp, Kerri Pepp, Kevin Thomas Snider, Nicholas Dustin Coleman
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What's The Duration Of The Grace By 1997?The duration of Grace is 4:48 minutes and seconds. |
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