Saving Grace - Nathan Ball

Down to the banks of the river

We drink to the sound of people passing by

Oh and you look so pretty

As we dance to the beat of the shivers down my spine

Oh and I can see it in their eyes

Their eyes

I’m too late

I’m too late

So down to the banks of the river

I get on my knees and pray

Oh, will you be my saving grace?

Grace

Sleeping rough at the gates of heaven

Yeah, I’m dressed like a worn down beggar by your side

I know I can love you better

Like the rain couldn’t get much wetter if it tried

Oh and it hurts to say they’re right

They’re right

I’m too late

I’m too late

So down to the banks of the river

I get on my knees and pray

Oh, will you be my saving grace?

Grace

I’m too late

I’m too late

I’m too late

She got sick of calling

I was scared of falling

Down deeper

Right where you always wanted

I can see them watching

Said you were too good for me

I’ll just wait here for you

Right where you always wanted

Right where you always wanted

Oh, will you be my saving grace?

Grace

Guess I’m too late