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.
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. (x4)