Jars Of Clay

Jars Of Clay - Art In Me lyrics

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Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"

Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"
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Author: Charlie Lowell, Dan Haseltine, Matt Bronleewe, Stephen Mason

Composer: ?

Publisher: Pogostick Musick

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: Jars of Clay (1995)

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