Saving Grace

Down to the banks of the river and we drink to the sound of the people passing by. Oh and you looked so pretty as we danced to the beat of the shivers down my spine. Oh, and I can see it in 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? Sleeping rough at the gates of heaven, yeah I’m dressed like a worn down beggar by your side. And though I couldn’t love you better, like the rain couldn’t get much wetter if it tried. Oh, and it hurts to say 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. She gets sick of calling I was scared of falling Down deeper Right where you always wanted. I could see them watching, Said you were too good for me, I’ll just wait here for you, Right where you always wanted. Oh, will you be my saving grace? I’m too late.