| Song | Art In Me |
| Artist | Jars of Clay |
| Album | Jars Of Clay |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
| Images on the sidewalk, speak of dream's descent | |
| 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 | |
| Plead to everyone, "See the art in me" | |
| See the art in me | |
| 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(Every move you compose a symphony) | |
| You plead to everyone, "See the art in me"(See the art in me) | |
| See the art in me(See the art in me) | |
| See the art in me | |
| In your picture book | |
| I'm trying hard to see(Oh trying hard to see) | |
| Turning endless pages of this tragedy(Oh) | |
| Sculpting every move you compose a symphony(Compose a symphony) | |
| You plead to everyone, "See the art in me"(See the art in me) | |
| See the art in me(See the art in me) | |
| See the art in me(See the art in me) | |
| See the art in me |
| zuo ci : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
| Images on the sidewalk, speak of dream' s descent | |
| 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 | |
| Plead to everyone, " See the art in me" | |
| See the art in me | |
| 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 Every move you compose a symphony | |
| You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
| See the art in me See the art in me | |
| See the art in me | |
| In your picture book | |
| I' m trying hard to see Oh trying hard to see | |
| Turning endless pages of this tragedy Oh | |
| Sculpting every move you compose a symphony Compose a symphony | |
| You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
| See the art in me See the art in me | |
| See the art in me See the art in me | |
| See the art in me |
| zuò cí : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
| Images on the sidewalk, speak of dream' s descent | |
| 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 | |
| Plead to everyone, " See the art in me" | |
| See the art in me | |
| 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 Every move you compose a symphony | |
| You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
| See the art in me See the art in me | |
| See the art in me | |
| In your picture book | |
| I' m trying hard to see Oh trying hard to see | |
| Turning endless pages of this tragedy Oh | |
| Sculpting every move you compose a symphony Compose a symphony | |
| You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
| See the art in me See the art in me | |
| See the art in me See the art in me | |
| See the art in me |