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].