The Presence Of Your Grace - The Telescopes

Supposin we’re all wished right out of space

S’alright, we float on by

But as we fall we bathe

In ultra-violet rays

Suppose it’s heaven that we’re falling from

Or

Your Grace

Your Grace

We’re fallin from the presence of your grace

No reason why we pass we slip away

To grow a fresher taste of sun…

And glide and glide…

In the air is a breeze and the sooner you breathe

Should this be heaven…

Or

Your Grace

Your Grace

Your Grace

Your Grace

We’re fallin from the presence of your grace