Grace
Declan O'Shea
Tongue tied for peace on paper
On a high wire that spans the ages
It’s a slow dive in coffin cages and you can’t hide
The fire that rages alone hope hangs up the phone
No number no zone
Grace carry me home
Blue sky for ever after
And you slip slide to get there faster
What you can’t buy you break and plaster
But you can’t fly on wings of laughter alone
Hope hangs up the phone no number no zone
Grace carry me home
Tongue ties for peace on paper
On a high wire without a savior
Got a sharp pen but no eraser
And you can’t fight the fire that rages alone
Hope hangs up the phone
No number no zone
Grace carry me home
Grace carry me home
Grace carry me home
Grace carry me home