You can take out the bad air And seal the atmosphere Get cold cloths for her aching head As time slows for another year Through all the small gods descending Waving soft hands to lay You never thought you wanted to escape You never felt the weight You never wanted to escape Now you're a stranger ♪ You can take back the faces and names You'll hear their words again You walked out of good grace For quiet miles and better years When the small gods descended When they raised their hands You never called it escape You never felt the weight Of poison in the air And good grace ♪ And good grace And good grace