Working title: Grace
I'm a desperate man to suit my desperate cause, and everybody knows
Trying day and night to put these fears to rest, but they just wont go
I've been dancing round in circles holding close to my old sins
Building up my house of cards to watch it fall again
I need to find a hiding place
I need to feel your tender grace
There's a picture frame hanging on my wall, but he don't look like me
It reminds me when I thought I knew it all, innocent belief
I was 17 and proud of what I don't know
Now I'm Barely 23 and I feel so far from home
I need to find a hiding place
I need to feel your tender grace
I need to find a hiding place
I need to feel your tender grace
No comments:
Post a Comment