Pond
Waiting Around For Grace
Don’t you think I want it too, baby, when I look at youYou’ll miss the golden moment when everything alignedDid it go on underground without a soul around?Don’t that make you wonder how God found the time?We’re always waiting around for graceTo put a smile upon her raceWell, I'm sure she’s got a pretty face than in the worldWell, it’s a real big place, your hands on mineYou know it happens honey all the timeWell, my hands going wild, well it wouldn't be wrong even if I triedTired of these goodbyes, tired of [?]Tired of being tired of the process of being tired, of you being tired of meI'm tired, tired, tired (tired, tired, tired), tiredWe’re always waiting around for graceTo put a smile upon her raceWell, I'm sure she’s got a pretty face in the worldWell, it’s a real big place, your hands on mine, you knowWe’re always waiting around for graceTo put a smile upon her raceWell, I'm sure she’s got a pretty face in the worldIn the world, in the world, in the worldWe’re always waiting around for grace, oh
From Letras Mania