Grace (Miss Kittin)

There's a place on the planet Where I can lean, where I can rest It's in your arms, on your chest I am out of balance, in a state of Grace... State of Grace... I am scared of taking too much space For us it was always the case I am on the way to find my place Here and now in a taste of Grace... Taste of Grace... I hear a sound I hear the bass Like a fist in my face I am a new born out of the nest I was touched by Grace... Touched by Grace... I hear the bass, I hear the bass In my face, in my face Touched by Grace...