These Ordinary Days Lyrics - The Eleventh Hour - Jars Of Clay

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 

And let me lay down in this field 

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 

I don't know where 

I don't know how 

I don't know why 

But your love can make these things better 

I don't know where 

I don't know how 

I don't know why 

But your love can make these things better 

I don't know where 

And 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 

Your love can make these things better