Grace Beneath the Pines Songtext
von The For Carnation

When I got there
Front room was full
The little boys
Staring down at formal shoes
Expectations burning
Their faces red
As they waited for dinner
At a party
In your honor
In protest
At your beck and call


July 4th
And a faint-hearted kiss
Two months as seals
Each night a silver moon
In the morning
The sun came up
And you were there
With biscuits
And sweet breath
And knowing
And desire still

Don′t go
What's so great about there?
It′s all damn tunnels
Newspapers and skin
And meanwhile, you know
I'll be here
And you there
With crack heads
And assassins
And burn victims
And millionaires' sons