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 pa** 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