Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Graceless, artist - The National.
Date of issue: 19.05.2013
Song language: English
Graceless |
Graceless |
Is there a powder to erase this? |
Is it dissolvable and tasteless? |
You can’t imagine how I hate this |
Graceless |
I’m trying, but I’m graceless |
I don’t have the sunny side to face this |
I am invisible and weightless |
You can’t imagine how I hate this |
Graceless |
I’m trying, but I’m gone and through the glass again |
Just come and find me |
God loves everybody, don’t remind me |
I took the medicine, and I went missing |
Just let me hear your voice, just let me listen |
Graceless |
I figured out how to be faithless |
But it would be a shame to waste this |
You can’t imagine how I hate this |
Graceless |
I’m trying, but I’m gone and through the glass again |
Just come and find me |
God loves everybody, don’t remind me |
I took the medicine, and I went missing |
Just let me hear your voice, just let me listen |
All of my thoughts of you |
Bullets through rotten fruit |
Come apart at the seams |
Now I know what dying means |
I am not my rosy self |
Left my roses on my shelf |
Take the white ones, they’re my favorite |
It’s the side effects that save us |
Grace |
Put the flowers you find in a vase |
If you’re dead in the mind, it’ll brighten the place |
Don’t let them die on the vine, it’s a waste |
Grace |
There’s a science to walking through windows |
There’s a science to walking through windows |
There’s a science to walking through windows |
There’s a science to walking through windows without you |
All of my thoughts of you |
Bullets through rotten fruit |
Come apart at the seams |
Now I know what dying means |
I am not my rosy self |
Left my roses on my shelf |
Take the white ones, they’re my favorite |
It’s the side effects that save us |
Grace |
Put the flowers you find in a vase |
If you’re dead in the mind, it’ll brighten the place |
Don’t let them die on the vine, it’s a waste |
Grace |
Grace |
Put the flowers you find in a vase |
If you’re dead in the mind, it’ll brighten the place |
Don’t let them die on the vine, it’s a waste |
Grace |