Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grace, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Copper Gone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Grace |
| Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace |
| Grace is a little girl who wouldn’t wash her face |
| Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean |
| Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies |
| Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain |
| Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn’t worth the pain |
| Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant |
| And this is not a love ballad |
| You suggested Lithium to get me better again |
| That is unless if we, uhm, get together again |
| But that ain’t gonna happen, never again |
| Send my well wishes to your nutritionist |
| Your dietician, your pharmacist |
| Your personal trainer and your accomplices |
| Your partners in thought crime |
| Your criminal groupthink and doctors online |
| There is a difference between what is and isn’t |
| Business and friendship |
| Parental assistance and an assistant |
| A permanent solution and a quick-fix |
| A fit body and sound mind |
| A hundred hour weeks and dangerous amounts of downtime |
| You got a lot to offer, but you’re not an author |
| If I kill your persecution complex that don’t make you a martyr |
| Drop the styrofoam cross, you can’t walk on water |
| You could use it for floatation, not a flying saucer |
| You suggested professional help like I wasn’t mentally well |
| What I was feeling wasn’t meant to be felt |
| Duly noted, you’ll be quoted in the eulogy |
| It’ll be passed off as poetry, between you and me |
| I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture |
| Prosody and needing to be lectured to a meter |
| The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a parent |
| From a scab to teamster, the sun becomes apparent |
| From a chemical imbalance to a litany of habits |
| And this is not a love ballad |
| You should drown me in that womanhood or teach me how to swim |
| Beat me with my own hands or tie down my limbs |
| Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from within |
| But in the end this is not a love ballad |
| We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises |
| The first to show any sign of discomfort loses |
| For the first time in a long time you’re not who my muse is |
| And this is not a love ballad |
| I’m not thirsty, I just got hungry eyes and you look appetizing |
| From a distant stare, broken eye contact in disrepair |
| Sometimes I disappear. |
| Oh, now you see me? |
| I’m part Irish Goodbye, other part Harry Houdini |
| Put my feet to the fire, I’ve got Satan on my heels |
| If it’s all about prestige, just wait for the reveal |
| I’ve got a new bag of tricks to turn, a new black magic woman witch to burn |
| So much for live and learn |
| Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace |
| Grace is a little girl who wouldn’t wash her face |
| Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean |
| Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies |
| Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain |
| Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn’t worth the pain |
| Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant |
| And this is not a love ballad |
| It’s a music box that haunts me from the top-shelf of the bedroom closet |
| I don’t touch it, it just cuddles with my conscience |
| I’m on constant guard, jittery the whole night |
| Clinging to sheets because it sings to me slow-like |
| And that’s her song running through an hourglass |
| Built with two wine bottles that I found in a flower patch |
| Planted in quicksand, refusing to sink fast |
| Abusing me slow, I hear the music and I think back |
| Before the fall, before the set up |
| Before the interest in sex even developed |
| I fell in love with distance, it’s an ex’s best friend |
| There used to be revenge, but I couldn’t see no end |
| So I had to switch the lens and then focus on some flesh |
| No more clinging to old threads |