A saving grace at odds with technology a saving grace
18 with a bottle of water cold jeans and a face of gibraltar
How many trunks of your goods? How many goods do you give away?
I'm spellbound when I can't move I stand in front of you
I'm flipping back the pages of you calendar and your books
And your childhood and your looks
I try to move in your direction against the grain of time
I'm hoping to recollect my thoughts and motions
I pray to science and history like cancer doesn't grow
I worship and forget you bye worship and forget you
A saving grace
And holding on to what you've made
As it drags us by the legs across the living room
Put the children to bed
For a goodnight for tomorrow
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