(Guitar) (Singing) So while the mud reclaims our footprints, and while our bones keep looking back at the overgrowth that's swallowing the path -- but for the grace of God go we, but for the grace of God go we But for the grace of time and chance and entropy's cruel hands -- So open your arms to me, open your arms to me And this will be the one moment that matters, and this will be the one thing we remember, and this will be the reason to have been here, and this will be the one moment that matters Oh ...