| Lyrics: | (Tim Davis)
Winter's people watching
As I sail from season's four
To join some crazy
ladies
In a game upon the shore
None of them with broken wings
But still refuse to
fly
So with sweetness on my lips
I smile a last goodbye
And now I spend my
life
On the velvet side of hell
Aimlessly here searching
For what I cannot tell
The
quietness is terrible
It's more than I can stand
But thousands now stand cheering
As my
blood flows in the sand
[Spoken:]
You're not the child
You thought you were
You
wake up in the night
And know you're blind
And yet they keep on pushing
Trying the
insides of your mind
Forever, forever arresting to control
Until the emptiness of heaven
welcomes your weary soul
Rise up with the new dawn's early morning
Feel the sunshine
warm upon your face
Tomorrow's come a long, long way to help you
Yes, it's your saving
grace
Every day, every way
Tomorrow, it's your saving grace
Well, now got no time
to worry
Cause I've got no time to hurry
Baby, it's your saving grace
Now don't you lay
those blames on me
Don't you play those games on me
Cause baby it's your saving
grace
You got to need a little lovin'
Now baby it's your saving grace
Hey, I feel
alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your saving grace
Ah, hey, hey, hey
Your saving
grace
La la la la la la la la....
Oh baby, it's your saving grace |
