These Ordinary Days के बोल

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 it's 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