ترانه:
Means In Red Grace

For and against I'm dead in between these rescued and quiet To me this is everything We walk like a phantom, Our voices a whisper, Running with angels

Here in this moment, You're forming me from miray clay Your making me Your raising this up in me where I was made Your stirring this up in me, like

Oh, tear me from the fire The gave has no song Tear me, from this fire With an outstretched arm Heart destroyed by fear, and what I fear befalls me I

What to say, What price you paid when melodies break these walls So much to say, What blood to shed My violence shakes, and I turn away What blood to

Take me with you I lose myself in winds and whispers I walk for peace, but I run for divorce Could we be desirable? Truth on dying lips In this case

man born or woman harm me Fuck bein' a nigga in your army Though I?m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see What I mean when I say I love this

sky I caught her here in my arms Well life was pretty peachy things were really keen All the sudden that ol? gal got mean Her wings fell off she started turnin? red

have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin', red

have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin', red