Truce: Jars of Clay
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)
Written by Jars of Clay, lyrics by Dan Haseltine
Copyright 1995 Pogostick Music (BMI)/Bridge Building Music (BMI)
All adm. by Brentwood Music Publishing, Inc.,
One Maryland Farms, Brentwood, TN 37027
All Rights Reserved. Used with Permission
