Gerard & the Watchmen
all is grace
Wooden castles and forts made of sand, and all that lies between
Englands mine, I have breached its walls, with hands you canât see
Rise up my shipwrecked love oh never more Iâve I swoon
I found my voice in her sweet melodies, in a dark piano tune.
And now all's left is grace
And now all's left is grace
And now all's left is grace
And now all's left is grace