Grace - Clem Snide

Mary, this ship’s getting scary

But fuck it, it’s fate

Nothing real is that stable

So sleep, sleep like the dead

Tell the ghosts in your head

That it’s time for their break

Mary, there’s no need to define

Defend or remind

Me of what you’ve been through

So sleep, sleep like a drunk

My battleship’s sunk

I’ll surrender to you

Then all at once, it comes to you

The sorrow turns to grace

Mary, this ship’s getting scary

But fuck it, it’s fate

Nothing real is that stable

So sleep, sleep like the dead

Tell the ghosts in your head

That it’s time for their break

Then all at once, it comes to you

And the sorrow turns to grace