Texty: Doves. Far From Grace.

If you should fall
If you should fall
Far from grace

If you should call on him
Wake up to the music again
You can feel sunlight
In your eyes

Living is so useless 'round here
The city's so dangerous
On your own
How beauty dies young

But if you should fall
Oh, if you should flow
From grace
How beauty, beauty fades

If you should fold
If you should fail
Far from grace
Far from grace

Oh, oh beauty
You could know