Grace Songtext
von Paper Beat Scissors

Oh, my word – I would never act so calmly
in the face of the wreckage that you wrought

Storm upturned: the copper beech, the couches
Still we tell ourselves that nothing ever changed
so much

I see it all
The grace that you hold

You send me out in the cold
All talk all told
As much as you′ll ever hold
Is it enough?


As infinite as sin,
don't ever cast a stone before you
all of us are fickle and unmoored

At least you′re not all the things you're not
Could there be anything that you would rather hear
less?

I see it all
The grace that you stole

You send me out in the cold
All talk all told
As much as you'll ever hold,
you send me out
You send me out in the cold
It′s not enough