They say that good boys walk straight on white lines.
Good boys keep their livers clean,
And smoke out of their lungs.
Cause its all about what youve done,
Good boys dont make mistakes to learn from.
Cause when heaven comes,
They wont be caught being young.
Grace make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it.
After all theyve earned it.
But vain, its in vain,
Cause they dont need it.
Theyre steady, steady breathers,
Who wont lift a finger for the gasping weaker.
You just hoard your hollow completion,
Like its something wearing thin.
Like its gonna get you in, When heaven comes.
Cause when heaven comes,
I swear it comes in love.
Grace make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it.
After all theyve earned it.
But vain, its in vain,
Cause they dont need it.
Now I let go of your hand somewhere between,
Love and what it demands of me.
Grace make your way.
© 2007 Tooth & Nail Records
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