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

[CHORUS]

waiting around for some kind of peace
hoping you find me in my need

my ear is twisted
it's always almost

[CHORUS]