| Song | Truce |
| Artist | Joe Henry |
| Album | Blood From Stars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Henry | |
| I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor | |
| And I could dig my way free of myself taking more | |
| But prisoners know nothing of victory at war | |
| Let's a call it a truce for now | |
| Georgia looks covered in blood from the air | |
| Where the clay and river fight and run as a pair | |
| And women comb bramble and stones from their hair | |
| Let's call it a truce for now | |
| True revelation is a thug and it comes | |
| With narrow gray eyes not the rolling of drums | |
| It may take your hand but it's seeking your thumbs | |
| And we'll call it a truce for now | |
| Let's a call it a truce for now |
| zuo qu : Henry | |
| I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor | |
| And I could dig my way free of myself taking more | |
| But prisoners know nothing of victory at war | |
| Let' s a call it a truce for now | |
| Georgia looks covered in blood from the air | |
| Where the clay and river fight and run as a pair | |
| And women comb bramble and stones from their hair | |
| Let' s call it a truce for now | |
| True revelation is a thug and it comes | |
| With narrow gray eyes not the rolling of drums | |
| It may take your hand but it' s seeking your thumbs | |
| And we' ll call it a truce for now | |
| Let' s a call it a truce for now |
| zuò qǔ : Henry | |
| I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor | |
| And I could dig my way free of myself taking more | |
| But prisoners know nothing of victory at war | |
| Let' s a call it a truce for now | |
| Georgia looks covered in blood from the air | |
| Where the clay and river fight and run as a pair | |
| And women comb bramble and stones from their hair | |
| Let' s call it a truce for now | |
| True revelation is a thug and it comes | |
| With narrow gray eyes not the rolling of drums | |
| It may take your hand but it' s seeking your thumbs | |
| And we' ll call it a truce for now | |
| Let' s a call it a truce for now |