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