Blue Spade

[00:35.03] This sweeping lie
[00:38.70] Is drawn and getting tight
[00:43.75] Tender teeth will gnash
[00:47.11] On the wings of a crashing flight
[00:51.88] Blackout silence saves
[00:53.81] As I sink in the summer sands
[00:59.57] That cold embrace but now I'm saved
[01:03.58] By the grin and the reaching hand
[01:07.59] This mad order has many faces
[01:15.87] My lungs are tired
[01:17.81] And now I quake
[01:19.54] Is this what grace is?
[01:22.52] So numb in this carbon process
[01:31.31] Impression dies
[01:33.99] I return to the boundless
[01:39.60] Emerging weightless
[01:47.35] My lungs are tired
[01:50.65] Is this what grace is?
[01:56.66] Unanchored
[01:58.35] Drifting in caution
[02:04.39] I can hear the heavy gospel fade
[02:13.03] Cast below the midnight sun
[02:20.73] I calmly dig with my blue spade
[02:29.04] This mad order has many faces
[02:36.88] My lungs are tired
[02:39.03] And now I quake
[02:41.10] Is this what grace is?
[02:44.13] So numb in this carbon process
[02:52.83] Impression dies
[02:55.28] I return to the boundless
[03:00.57] Emerging weightless
[03:08.25] My lungs are tired
[03:11.99] Is this what grace is?
[03:22.03] Is this what grace is?
[03:29.97] Is this what grace is?
[03:38.37] Is this what grace is?
[03:46.06] Is this what grace is?
[03:49.24] So numb in this carbon process
[03:57.65] Impression dies
[04:00.34] I return to the boundless
[04:06.00] Emerging weightless
[04:13.66] My lungs are tired
[04:17.07] Is this what grace is?
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