Not much for conversation, i still find need to pray.
sometimes i get tired of walking through these ordinary days.
if nothing else i get to see you even when we never speak.
the harm of words is sometimes we don't quite know what they really mean.
I don't know where, i don't know how.
i don't know why, but your love can make these things better.
Let me lay down in this field and stare up at the sky.
i hope the days and clouds turn into something as they pass us by.
maybe you could settle for a skyline faded blue.
i hope that you might settle for this love i have for you.
I don't know where, i don't know how.
i don't know why, but your love can make these things better.
Your love can make these things better.
your love can make these things better.