Grace 歌词

Oh my dear what have we here Seven fifty five Oversleeping children sprawled Schoolbus at the drive We burn the toast we howl and wail And so begin the race But i could never turn my back On this imperfect grace. Some days rosy some days bad Some just very strange People grow and people leave And never know they change I'd like to hold them under glass When everything's in place But i could never interrupt This imperfect grace. Let the legislation lay For things i cannot change Let the chords fall where they may I will not complain I'd like to trip where angels tread And ask them to embrace And help me never take for granted This imperfect grace.