My sweeping lie is drawn and getting tight

Tender teeth will gnash on the wings of a crashing flight

Blackout 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 weightless)

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 weightless)

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?

Is this what grace is?

So numb in this carbon process (Impression dies)

Impression dies, I return to the boundless (Emerging weightless)

Emerging weightless (Impression dies)

My lungs are tired, is this what grace is?