歌曲 | These Ordinary Days |
歌手 | Jars of Clay |
专辑 | The Eleventh Hour |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Haseltine, Lowell, Mason ... | |
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 though 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 | |
And let me lay down in this field | |
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 | |
I don't know where | |
I don't know how | |
I don't know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
I don't know where | |
I don't know how | |
I don't know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
I don't know where | |
And I don't know how | |
I don't know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better |
zuo ci : Haseltine, Lowell, Mason ... | |
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 though 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 | |
And let me lay down in this field | |
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 | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know how | |
I don' t know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know how | |
I don' t know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
I don' t know where | |
And I don' t know how | |
I don' t know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better |
zuò cí : Haseltine, Lowell, Mason ... | |
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 though 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 | |
And let me lay down in this field | |
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 | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know how | |
I don' t know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know how | |
I don' t know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
I don' t know where | |
And I don' t know how | |
I don' t know why | |
But your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better | |
Your love can make these things better |