Ordinary
Lightning on the tops of trees
Beautiful is coming too close to me
Moonlight reflection
Beautiful over my ocean

The ivy and honey flowers
Are making funny poetry
Among the ordinary designs in my mind

You and that stupid soul of yours - what now?
You and your sentimental everything - what now?

[Chorus]
I saw the dull delayed noises of freedom the other day
Distant crowd and faint outlines of myself from far away
From the kitchen roof vanishing into the sky
And I saw another year go by

Ordinary is growing mundane
So I'll just wait here for an end
To these ordinary days