Lyrics Days of the Grace - A Spell Inside

Days of the Grace

Where time is so useful
We often let it slip so better go to hell
On days we are catchers — at night we trust the stars
Congratulation there is some pressure down
I’m wounded by your behaviour
I go further to the sea
Storm will come and catch me
Tear the wall in front of my dreams
Can your ears deny my cries
I need some harmony
Those were the days of the grace
Who appreciate all and nothing
There are the hearts of those men
Who appreciate everything
Those were the days of the grace
Who appreciate all and nothing
There is the hate of the men
Who wanna hold the joy you bring
When hearts are set on fire
That’s just a simple trick for you
We operate the drunken drivers
Far from clear thinking — now my ship starts sinking
She’s the one who’ll moore
I’m wounded by your behaviour
I fall deep into the sea
Hold me little sister, hold me tight during my sleep
Can your ears deny my cries
Don’t let me here forsaken