Lyrics Machines of Loving Grace

Machines of Loving Grace

Serpico

Sick of the song

Sick of the soul

Sick of the band

And the lack of control

Sick of the sound

Sick of the friends

Something's gone wrong

I thought I heard the old man say

As the insides spilled out

Into the cold mountain air

And I never thought I would feel

Never thought I would feel this way

He'd been dying or dead for years

And this was just his way of saying

Let them hear it in the night