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
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
[Chorus]
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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