Days of the Grace - A Spell Inside

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