Song Lyrics

Oh, my word
I would never act so calmly in the
Face of the wreckage that you wrought

Storm upturned the copper beech, the couches
Still we tell ourselves that nothing ever changed so much

I see it all
The grace that you hold

You send me out in the cold
All talk all told
As much as you'll ever hold
Is it enough?

As infinite as sin, don't ever cast a stone before you
All of us are fickle and un-moored

At least you're not all the things you're not
Could there be anything that you would rather hear less?

I see it all
The grace that you stole

You send me out in the cold
All talk all told
As much as you'll ever hold, you send me out
You send me out in the cold
It's not enough

Tim Crabtree

The duration of Grace is 3:19 minutes and seconds.