These Ordinary Days



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 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.


The Eleventh Hour (song) Previous / Next The Edge of Water

Stephen's Picks
Devon's Picks
Jars of Clay
The Eleventh Hour
Home