Lyrics

Supposin we're all wished right out of space S'alright, we float on by But as we fall we bathe In ultra-violet rays Suppose it's heaven that we're falling from Or Your Grace Your Grace We're fallin from the presence of your grace No reason why we pass we slip away To grow a fresher taste of sun... And glide and glide... In the air is a breeze and the sooner you breathe Should this be heaven... Or Your Grace Your Grace Your Grace Your Grace We're fallin from the presence of your grace