The Schomberg Fair — Strange Kind of Grace lyrics

Lyrics

Break your fist in broken glass boys
Lungs, they creaking as they rejoice
The distance between Abel and Cain
It’s a strange kind of grace
Hurt by the flood and the wind’s dark moans
Tried to slick this comb, so I took to the road
I think about it everyday
It’s a strange kind of grace
I curse the drink and I curse my tongue
Tell my daughter I’m sorry for the things that I’ve done
Green grass grows tall on my mistakes
It’s a strange kind of grace
It’s a strange kind of grace