Truce

(альбом: Much Afraid - 1997)

Faultless in the eyes that I could never open wide enough to see me through
Much to my surprise it never orbits 'round the things you should hold me to

And I stand here...wondering
And I'm waiting

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 cords, I can't take any calls

I stand here wondering
I'm waiting

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

Waiting around for some kind of peace
Hoping you find me in my need

My ear is twisted
A glimpse of truce just because

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