Give In With Grace

I hear the sound of beating drums

But all they play are wedding vows

When all I want to hear you say is don't you ever go

The city smokes like an old man in his bed

With fading hopes and fading memories of when I was on my own

Don't you ever go

The marching bands go marching by

And I recall these careless hands

That held the world and let it fall

You were there below

Don't you ever go

Don't you ever go

Although you'll recognise me from these photographs

I'll change and I'll give in with grace

I'll change and I'll give in with grace

But will it save me?

But will it save me?

But will it save me?

Your stories thrill

But they all sound like a lie that I have lived

And I thought that I was right

But you gave me more than you'll ever know

Don't you ever go

Although you'll recognise me from these photographs

I'll change and I'll give in with grace

I'll change and I'll give in with grace

I've changed and I'll give in with grace

But will it save me?

But will it save me?

But will it save me?