Grace

Mary, this ship’s getting scary
But fuck it, it’s fate
Nothing real is that stable
So sleep, sleep like the dead
Tell the ghosts in your head
That it’s time for their break
Mary, there’s no need to define
Defend or remind
Me of what you’ve been through
So sleep, sleep like a drunk
My battleship’s sunk
I’ll surrender to you
Then all at once, it comes to you
The sorrow turns to grace
Mary, this ship’s getting scary
But fuck it, it’s fate
Nothing real is that stable
So sleep, sleep like the dead
Tell the ghosts in your head
That it’s time for their break
Then all at once, it comes to you
And the sorrow turns to grace