מילים לשיר 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
And I'm waiting
I stand here.wondering My ear is twisted in all the thoughts
A glimpse of truce just because
I close my eyes, hide the distance
It's always almost never close
Enchanted by the face of peace and when it turns to sunken eyes and waterfalls I'm calling
Unsatisfied with simple things entangled in the chords, I can't take any calls
I stand here waiting Hoping you find me in my need
Waiting around for some kind of peace My ear is twisted
It's always almost (.