Lyrics: Jars of Clay. Much Afraid. 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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
Waiting around for some kind of peace
Hoping you find me in my need
My ear is twisted
It's always almost
CHORUS
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