This sweeping lie
Is drawn and getting tight
Tender teeth will gnash
On the wings of a crashing flight
Blackout silence saves
As I sink in the summer sands
That cold embrace but now I'm saved
By the grin and the reaching hand

This mad order has many faces
My lungs are tired
And now I quake
Is this what grace is?

So numb in this carbon process
Impression dies
I return to the boundless
Emerging weightless
My lungs are tired
Is this what grace is?

Unanchored
Drifting in caution
I can hear the heavy gospel fade
Cast below the midnight Sun
I calmly dig with my blue spade

This mad order has many faces
My lungs are tired
And now I quake
Is this what grace is?

So numb in this carbon process
Impression dies
I return to the boundless
Emerging weightless
My lungs are tired
Is this what grace is?