From: Julia [email protected]
But for the grace of God, she cries herself to sleep
Because the grace of God is something she can’t keep.
Oh, it won’t be long
Before their hold is broken
No, it won’t be long
Until we find our home.
It’s for the good of you I write sweet melodies
They’ll cast the first stone when the last one’s out of reach
Oh, it won’t be long
Before their hold is broken
No, it won’t be long
Until we’ve found our home.
Forget where to begin
Mother, I have not sinned
I have not sinned