Grace

Sometimes I feel like I am sailing on a sunken dream
I try to read the signs but don't know what they mean
I know when I'm with you I'm a rich man, babyGrace, I'm not yet born, come embrace a soul that's torn
I have got so much to give youMy heart is starved of love in these radio days
I try to listen hard to what my conscience says
I know I've sold my soul, I'm going earn it back nowGrace, I'm not yet born, come embrace a soul that's torn
I have got so much to give youNow that you believe in me, we can fly away somewhere safe
I know that you will always be giving more than you takeI know when I'm with you I'm a rich man, babyGrace, I'm not yet born, come embrace a soul that's torn
Grace, it can mend if you make my heart your friend
Grace, grace, grace, grace