Grace Lyrics - The Explosion

We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives 

We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines 

We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives 

We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while 

I could pass away 

Pass away and not much would be left 

Ashes, ashes on the ground 

I guess I never left the ground 

Murder, murder on the walls 

Late night curtain calls are heard by skeletons in closets 

Man they'll reach out and grab your hands 

'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 

'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 

'Cause you've got grace throw 

Everybody's face under the falling eyes 

We hold onto this moment all our lives 

We all stand in a circle what's yours it was mine 

We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives 

We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while 

I could pass away 

It still wouldn't feel real to me 

This illusive walk of death 

Holding hands with skeletons 

Learners, teachers will provide 

Their own sweet style of elegant lies 

But I won't stop trying 

No I won't stop trying 

'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 

'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 

'Cause you've got grace throw 

Everybody's face under the falling eyes 

'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 

'Cause you've got grace throw 

Everybody's face under the falling eyes 

'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 

'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 

'Cause you've got grace throw 

Everybody's face under the falling eyes 

We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives 

We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines 

We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives 

We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while 

We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while 

We all lie in a pile singing songs all the while