Vārdi: Jars of Clay. Much Afraid. 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

CHORUS
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