Jars of Clay

Fare thee well
Tradin' all our words for tea and sympathy
Wonder why we tried, for things could never be
Play our hearts' lament like an unrehearsed symphony

Not intend
To leave this castle full of empty rooms
Our love the captive in the tower never rescued
And all our victory songs seem to be playing out of tune

'Cause it's not the way that it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no
And it's not the way that it has to be

You begin
All your words fall to the floor and break like china cups
And a waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up
I reach for my tea, slowly drink in

'Cause it's not the way that it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no
And it's not the way
That it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy

Fare thee well
The words, the bag of leaves that fill my head
I could taste the biterness and call the waitress instead
'Cause she holds the answer, smiles and asks one teaspoon or two

'Cause it's not the way that it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no
And it's not the way that it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy
And it's not he way that it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no
'Cause it's not the way that it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy

Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
We can work it out
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
We can work it out
We can work it out