It looks a lot like givin' up   The peace we bring is a bitter cup   Set our bodies down like offerings   While we pray to the God of the lesser things      If the wind should shake this house apart   The cradle hits the ground with the broken heart   Will we say we never knew a thing?   While we pray to the God of the lesser things      Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Grace, grace      Ash to ash and dust to dust   Steel on steel or rain to rust   What mortal breath blood money brings   Forth from the altar of the lesser things      Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Is there grace, grace      Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Grace, grace      Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Is there grace for a wayward heart?   Grace, grace