Imaginary Ordinary

We're in a restless way, when the fireflies come

And they light the light, where there once was none

I won't think about next week, I won't think until tomorrow

Just a sight for sore eyes disguised as a fly

And not a single soul in these woods ever saw a jaw drop so low as is mine at the moment

And not a single soul in these woods ever saw a jaw drop so low as is mine at the moment

Imaginary Ordinary, it's you that I belong with

Imaginary Ordinary, it's you that I belong with

Imaginary Ordinary, it's you that I belong with

Imaginary Ordinary, it's you that I belong with