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