Art In Me Lyrics - Jars Of Clay - 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