Blue Spade

This 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 sands
That cold embrace, but now I'm saved
By the grin and 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?

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?