Grace

She comes around here every once in a while
I know because I’ve met her
It’s hard to pinpoint her particular style
Sometimes I just don’t get her
It’s hard to pinpoint her particular style
Sometimes I just don’t get her
There’s nothing cheap about her that’s for sure
She radiates a case for all things pure
Given the odds, I’d play them all on her, Grace

From where I’m standing, I can only catch a glimmer
it’s safe to say my chances couldn’t get much slimmer
The things I take for granted keep me in this prison
The way she walks through walls simply defies description
I’m left here tongue tied tripping over syllogisms of, Grace

Grace is an angel, Grace is absurd
In the face of anger, she brings me kisses undeserved

Too much of some things will only leave you seeing double
Too little self-control is gonna lead you into trouble
When she walks in the room, it all goes quiet
Somewhere between the dusk and dawn’s first light
There is that moment when you just might get to know
Grace