Besedila: Jars Of Clay. The Eleventh Hour. Something Beautiful.

If you put your arms around me
Could it change the way I feel?
I guess I let myself believe
That the outside might just bleed it's way in

Maybe stir the sleeping past
Lying under glass, waiting for the kiss
That breaks this awful spell
Pull me out of this lonely cell

Close my eyes and hold my heart
Cover me and make me something
Change this something normal
Into something beautiful

What I get from my reflection
Isn't what I thought I'd see
Give me reason to believe
You'd never keep me incomplete

Will you untie this loss of mine?
It easily defines me, do you see it on my face?
That all I can think about is how long
I've been waiting to feel you move me?

Close my eyes and hold my heart
Cover me and make me something
Change this something normal
Into something beautiful
Into something beautiful
Into something beautiful

And I'm still fighting for the word
To break these chains
And I still pray when I look in your eyes
You'd stare right back down
Into something beautiful

So close my eyes and hold my heart
Cover me and make me something
Change this something normal
Into something beautiful
Into something beautiful
Into something beautiful
Into something beautiful