Give In With Grace (Tasmin Archer)

I hear the sound of beating drums But all they play are wedding vows When all I want to hear you say is don't you ever go The city smokes like an old man in his bed With fading hopes and fading memories of when I was on my own Don't you ever go The marching bands go marching by And I recall these careless hands That held the world and let it fall You were there below Don't you ever go Don't you ever go Although you'll recognise me from these photographs I'll change and I'll give in with grace I'll change and I'll give in with grace But will it save me? But will it save me? But will it save me? Your stories thrill But they all sound like a lie that I have lived And I thought that I was right But you gave me more than you'll ever know Don't you ever go Although you'll recognise me from these photographs I'll change and I'll give in with grace I'll change and I'll give in with grace I've changed and I'll give in with grace But will it save me? But will it save me? But will it save me?