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

And they light the light where there was none,

I won't think aout 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 s low as is mine at the moment,

Imaginary Ordinary,

It's you that I belong with