til your grace sings so loud

There's a small cloud in the distance
So i'll keep on walking
til your grace sings so loud
I can't hear myself talking

And i tear hard this brittle bone
And i drink deep this wine
I live rich on the meat of this table
Cause its here where i can find
The grace of a saviour
The face of a lover
The absence of what i fear
I'm not alone, for here i've found my home.