Jars Of Clay - Truce
Faultless in the eyes that I could never open wide enough to see me through
Much to my surprise it never orbits around the things you should hold me to
I stand here...wondering
And I’m waiting
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My ear is twisted in all the thoughts
A glimpse of truce just because
It’s always almost never close
I close my eyes, hide the distance
Enchanted by the face of peace and when it turns to sunken eyes and waterfalls
Unsatisfied with simple things entangled in the chords, I can’t take any calls
I stand here waiting
I’m calling
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Waiting around for some kind of peace
Hoping you find me in my need
My ear is twisted
It’s always almost
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