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Change This Something Normal Into 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 its way in
Maybe stir the sleeping past
Lying under glass
I'm 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
You untie this loss of mine
That 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

I have always loved this song. It's one of those few unique and well-written songs (from an acoustic Christian band) that always makes my eyes close and turn this into a personal prayer. I love the band Jars of Clay, I really do.

I work at Giant Eagle this afternoon. I'll let you know if anything interesting comes up today...the variety I get, there's bound to be a person worth writing about...:) Later all.

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