Chronology

Chronology is not what I'm made of
Chronology just marks on my hand
Apologies is just what you're made of
And I can see a place on a map

And you go and walk out on me
And I can see a place on a map
And you go and walk out on me
And you go far across the sea
Waiting is the hardest thing

Chronology makes all his plans
Biology is caked in my hands
Apology is just where we stand
And as you see I didn't know this man
And we go far across the sea
And you know he doesn't recognise me
Waiting is is the hardest thing

Grace is a great way to push your weight
And you were in my heart
You were my grace