Truce کے بول

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 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 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 [Chorus]