Paroles de Grace

Power gone With the moon inside her head She's my source of grace And grace is everywhere She's cooking a meal for me Making sure I'm well And I'm sure that when we're in heaven I'll find That she was actually an angel She was actually an angel She was actually an angel, in disguise Photobooth Capturing our youth With our red wine lips Such broken-hearted fools And she, laid on the floor with me Waited while I wept And I'm sure that when we're in heaven I'll find That she was actually an angel She was actually an angel She was actually an angel And onto the next life we fly Onto the next life we fly, ooh Onto the next life we fly