Jars Of Clay - Truce
from the album "Much Afraid"
Faultless in the eyes that I could never open wide enough to see me
through
Much to my surprise it never orbits ‘round the tings you should hold
me to
I stand here wondering
And I'm waiting
My hear 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 cords, I can't take any
calls
I stand here wondering
And I'm wondering
My hear 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
Waiting around for some kind of peace
Hoping you'll find me in my need
My ear is twisted
A glimpse of truce just because
My hear 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