truce

Jars Of Clay

Faultless in the eyes that I could never open wide enough to seeme through
Much to my surprise it never orbits around the things you shouldhold 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 eyesand waterfalls
Unsatisfied with simple things entangled in the chords, I can'ttake 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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