Song Lyrics

"Grace Is The Smell Of Rain"

by Lost Dogs
Album: Mutt

The cauliflower ears,
The crocodile tears,
The hearts too hard for breaking,
We hobble down to your undertow,
The lunatic fringe by the quackery,
Miracle sludge from the factory,
Come to trouble the waters,
Angels and otters,
Psychosomatics cleaning their attics; they learn...

Grace is the smell of rain.

Pride that stiffs the neck healed by graceless genuflect,
Heaven and Earth embracing like lovers under the mistletoe,
These low of lows, dregs of the earth,
Malcontents when the last are first come to trouble the water,
Mothers and fathers immersing their babies, they pluck them from Hades where...

Grace is the smell of rain.

There's old sleep in our eyes and deep thorns in our sides, but old dogs learn new tricks when the rain is falling,
By the bottomless lagoon, a drunkard's dancing in the moonlight.

The cauliflower ears, (dregs of Earth making their way)
The crocodile tears, (drunkard's dance under the moonlight)
The hearts too hard for breaking,
We hobble down to your undertow, (hobble to your undertow)
The lunatic fringe by the quackery,
Miracle sludge from the factory,
Come to trouble the water,
Angels and otters,
Psychosomatics cleaning their attics - they learn...

Grace is the smell of rain,
Grace is the smell of rain,
Grace is the smell of rain.


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