Grace

(Power gone [?])

With the moon inside her head

She's my source of grace

And grace is everywhere

She's cooking a meal for me

Making sure I'm well

And I'm sure that when we're in heaven

I'll find

That she was actually an angel

She was actually an angel

She was actually an angel, in disguise

[?] photobooth

Capturing our youth

With our red wine lips

Such broken-hearted fools

And she, laid on the floor with me

Waited while I wept

And I'm sure that when we're in heaven

I'll find

That she was actually an angel

She was actually an angel

She was actually an angel

And onto the next life we fly

Onto the next life we fly, ooh

Onto the next life we fly