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
