Joan Osborne - Dracula moon

Where are the bones on that one?
What if the cure is worse than the disease?
Serve me up some pretty, pretty people.
Serve me up somebody I can believe.

Don't feel sorry for me.
I hate that look on your face.
You say, "Just let go."
You say, "come back home."
I say, "I'm just fallin' from grace."

I'm naked in a hotel room.
My station coming in, coming in loud and clear.
I'm making out with my one true love.
I'm making this hotel room disappear.

Don't feel sorry for me.
I hate that look on your face.
You say, "Just let go."
You say, "come back home."
I say, "I'm just fallin' from grace."

Said that I'm like fallin' from grace.
You'd never know it to look at me.
Under the Dracula moon.
Love comes down any way it wants to.
Doesn't ask for your permission.
Open up your arms or it will break you in two.

Don't feel sorry for me.
I hate that look on your face.
You say, "Just let go."
You say, "come back home."
I say, "I'm just fallin' from grace."

"I'm just fallin' from grace."
Said that I'm just fallin' from grace.
Just fallin', oh, oh, just fallin', oh, oh.
Just fallin', oh, oh, just fallin', fallin', fallin', fallin'.