歌词：Jars of Clay. The Eleventh Hour. 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

CHORUS
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

And maybe you could settle
For a skyline faded blue
I hope that you might settle
For this love i have for you

CHORUS x 3
Your love can make these things better
Your love can make these things better
Your love can make these things better