Blue Spade

My sweeping lie Is drawn and getting tight Tender teeth will gnash On the wings of a crashing flight Black out silence saves As I sink in the summer sand That cold embrace but now I'm saved By the grin, the reaching hand This mad order has many faces My lungs are tired and now I quake Is this what grace is? So numb in this carbon process (impression dies) Impression dies, I return to the boundless (emerging) Emerging weightless (impression dies) My lungs are tired Is this what grace is? Unanchored, drifting in caution I can hear the heavy gospel fade Cast below the midnight sun I calmly dig with my blue spade This mad order has many faces My lungs are tired and now I quake Is this what grace is? So numb in this carbon process (impression dies) Impression dies, I return to the boundless (emerging) Emerging weightless (impression dies) My lungs are tired Is this what grace is? Is this what grace is? Is this what grace is? Is this what grace is? Is this what grace is? So numb in this carbon process (impression dies) Impression dies, I return to the boundless (emerging) Emerging weightless (impression dies) My lungs are tired Is this what grace is?