Praise Songtext
von Paley & Francis

All of her life was on the run
She never saw the same sun
Another town of evil men
And pretty mouths with poison pens
And then there′s me, well I'm pretty nice
On her advice, I set her free
Into the wild, kiss it goodbye
Kiss it good and make it last
′Cause you're the past
Grace
Now she's transformed into grace
The highest form of praise
Outside her room
Through sun and storm
Her purple form


But that′s just her and that′s not you
And that's not me, no, we′re pas de deux
We need our love and we need our sins
Our periods and our Berlins
And I'll forget her name
And I′ll forget her face
And though we have no shame
And though we have some grace
We won't leave a trace
Grace
Now she′s transformed into grace
The highest form of praise
Outside her room
Through sun and storm
Her purple form