Grace, it’s closing in the fear of losing you on stage, far from home (or) to the clay my fingers form Wait, I’m right behind the youth I left unsigned I hum so helplessly nursing rhymes you left for me Grace
Grace, you only know pillow talk and December snow you’re a queen, but on your own in cabin fields where dragons roam Embrace the boy you turned a man by sleight of hand And I’ll sing, but silently my urban hymn to adultery Grace
Grace I am sailing the stars Grace in a boat made of charms So frail is the wave goodbye but hold tight, don’t fright -it’s not far and I’ll sail you home
In endless arrays we all break up with GraceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
