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.