Tytuł: Truce

• Wykonawca: Jars Of Clay
• Wyświetleń: 537

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]