Cynical thoughts break you apart
Lie awake
Open wounds
You told me to hold his hand
Saving Grace you look the same
After all these years
Don't pull me down into your hell
In your mind that you created
Standing there a faceless man
Waiting for the touch of another
Cold and frail we saw him there
And no one came to help
Saving Grace you look the same
After all these years
Don't pull me down into your hell
In your mind that you created
Saving Grace you look the same
Don't pull me down into your hell
In your mind that you've created
