These Ordinary Days — Jars Of Clay: текст песни

Verse

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 if we never speak

The harm of words though 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

So 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

And maybe you could settle

For a skyline faded blue

I hope that you might settle

For this love I have for you

Your love can make these things better