Falling From Grace

I see silhouettes in the back of your car
You're whispering something in his ear
Is it how much you want him to take off your skirt?
Is it how much you want him?

I'd be less if all when you start shooting
At the ones you think are standing in your way
And I'd be the first to laugh when you start falling from grace
I believe I would lie there

Every time and everywhere
You fall on your knees begging me to stay
Anyhow and anyway
You know I won't be here
When you're falling from grace

I hear you like reading Mr. Coulhan's poetry
Stretched out in a canvas in the back of the house
I hear you hide your eyes behind shades these days
You race your life like a high-speed chasing

I'd be less if all when you start shooting
At the ones you think are standing in your way
And I'd be the first to laugh when you start falling from grace
I believe I would lie there

Every time and everywhere
You fall on your knees begging me to stay
Anyhow and anyway
You know I won't be here
When you're falling from grace
When you're falling from grace

Maybe a drink could help me to figure things out
The confusion is more like the words I can't find, yeah
Sometimes it's better to turn day into night
But I felt that in vain, it only helps for a while

Every time and everywhere
You fall on your knees begging me to stay
Anyhow and anyway
You know I won't be here

Every time and everywhere
You fall on your knees begging me to stay
Anyhow and anyway
You know I won't be here
When you're falling from grace
When you're falling from grace

When you're falling from grace
When you're falling from grace