It looks a lot like givin' up. Peace we bring is a bitter cup. Set our bodies down like offerings. While we pray to the god of the lesser things. If the wind should shake this house apart. The cradle hits the ground with a broken heart. Will we say we never knew a thing?. While we pray to the god of the lesser things. Is there grace for a wayward heart. Is there grace for a wayward heart. Grace Grace. Ash to ash and dust to dust. Steel on steel or rain to rust. What mortal breath blood money brings. Forth from the altar of the lesser things. Is there grace for a wayward heart. Is there grace for a wayward heart. Is there grace grace. Is there grace for a wayward heart. Is there grace for a wayward heart. Grace Grace.