Finite Grace Songtext
von Cloning

Hardly awake at the table
In the kitchen, you split your hair
Ask me to keep the steam here running
When the waters all turned to air

I think could see a storm front coming
Will the rust keep longer in our wares?
Don′t know why dreams became 'bout money
Honey, your sighs how I know that you′re still there

It takes forever just to find our place
The breath we're giving is a finite grace

Phone lights tease at shortcomings
Whether clothes, wine, here's to their fanfare
I′m tired, I′ve seen what they're outrunning
′Cause no soundbites gonna lay out my soul bare


Bare
Bare
Bare

It takes forever just to find our place
Say something clever, got nothing better than
The breath we're giving is a finite grace
We age like leather, cobbled together and

We won′t find heaven in the nights we waste
Say something clever, got nothing better than
The breath we're giving is a finite grace
We age like leather, cobbled together

It takes forever just to find our place
The breath we′re giving is a finite grace
We won't find heaven in the nights we waste
The breath we're giving is a finite grace


Heaven in the nights we waste
Heaven in the nights we waste
Gave enough, nights we waste
Heaven in the nights we waste
Enough