Days of the Grace - Lyrics - A Spell Inside

Where time is so useful we often let it slip so better go to hell on days we are catchers - at night we trust the stars congratulation there is some pressure down I'm wounded by your behaviour I go further to the sea storm will come and catch me tear the wall in front of my dreams can your ears deny my cries I need some harmony (ref) Those were the days of the grace who appreciate all and nothing there are the hearts of those men who appreciate everything those were the days of the grace who appreciate all and nothing there is the hate of the men who wanna hold the joy you bring When hearts are set on fire that's just a simple trick for you we operate the drunken drivers far from clear thinking - now my ship starts sinking she's the one who'll moore I'm wounded by your behaviour I fall deep into the sea hold me little sister, hold me tight during my sleep can your ears deny my cries don't let me here forsaken