These Ordinary Days
(Jars of Clay)
Not much conversation
I still find need to pray
Sometimes I get tired of walking though these ordinary days
If nothing else I get to see you 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, Idon't know why, but your love can make these things better
Let me lay down in this field and stare up in the sky
I hope the days and clouds turn into sonmething 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
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