I just got back from holidayAnd I already need anotherWhy I’ve just got back from holidayBut I’ve never felt more tiredNo I can’t catch a breakIt feels like everything’s at steakLike I’m breaking the eggshells beneath my feet Can I allow myself soft graceI’m relying on others who aren’t at my paceNow I allow myself soft grace My voice is giving out and my bones are achingSally says that I look dead in the face In my mind I’m on holiday, don’t want to come back to realityNo i can’t catch a breakIt feels like everything’s at steakLike im breaking the eggshells beneath my feet Can I allow myself soft graceNo relying on others who aren’t at my paceI allow myself soft grace Now I allow myself graceNow I allow myself grace Now I allow myself graceNow I allow myself grace No more breaking the eggshells beneath my feet Now I allow myself soft graceNo relying on others who aren’t at my paceI allow myself soft grace Finally finding the pavement beneath my feetNow I allow myself graceLetting go expectations, their too high to reachNow I allow myself grace