Lyrics Grace - Hiss Golden Messenger

Grace

Candle for the gone ones, 'nother for the lost ones
Couldn’t find their way out and bent until they were broken
A candle for the babies crying in the darkness
What do we tell them but hold on a little longer
Candle for the poets who sing that rock of ages (sing that rock of ages)
Believe it or not, babe, there’s no way to make it plainer
A candle for the teachers that speak in simple phrass (speak in simple phrases)
Good morning, childrn, it’s time to write the pages
Grace
Be honest
Grace
Be honest
Ain’t you glad to be down-hearted
Who can say I’m a black dog humming
Show me how to feel it like the first time
Blow and blow, blow down the door
These old wings don’t suit me no more
Show me how to feel it like the first time
Grace
Be honest
Grace
Be honest
Grace
Be honest, oh na na na
Grace
Be honest
Grace
Be honest, oh na na na
Grace
Be honest
Grace
Be honest