Grace

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