Letras
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
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 (belong with)
Imaginary ordinary, it's you that I belong with
Imaginary ordinary, it's you that I belong with (belong with)
