Jack McCann - Elusive Grace Lyrics

It would be a sin
To begin
To describe her in rhymes
To transribe
Her chandelier eyes

It would be a lie
If I tried
To translate her warmth
Into words
Which will fall off of the page

I knelt down at her feet and prayed
In case she was divine
And when she touched my hand I flew away

How could I think
I could sing
The solace she brings
Or sketch
Out the comfort she holds

But still I try
And fall on my face
She haunts me with
Elusive grace

I plant myself in grass and count the stars
In case she made them
I swear I saw her dancing on the moon