| I’ve been wasting my days
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| Good and reckless and true, I have danced in the dark at the edge of the water
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| Swinging my hips at the black and the blue
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| When you die will you be surrounded by friends?
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| Will they pray for a heaven out loud, a hope that somehow they will see you
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| again?
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| And at the end of the day, knowing not what it means
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| Will you stand in the ashes, building a glame for the rest of your dreams?
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| Would you love, could you love to be ordinary?
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| I know its hard but I can’t see you trying
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| Would you love, could you love to be ordinary?
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| 'Cause I can’t see you trying now
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| And I see strangers at war, I see strangers at peace
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| Still I hang my head in confusion
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| It’s always been a choice that’s been harder for me
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| And at the end of the day, knowing not what it means
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| Will you stand in the ashes, building a flame for the rest of your dreams?
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| Would you love, could you love to be ordinary?
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| I know it’s hard but I can’t see you trying
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| Would you love, could you love to be ordinary?
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| No I can’t see you trying now
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| There’s nobody left to hear me, I wish you could hear me now
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| There’s nobody left to call because you’re not around
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| Would you love, could you love to be ordinary?
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| I know it’s hard but I can’t see you trying
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| And would you love, could you love to be ordinary?
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| I know it’s hard but I Can’t see you trying
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| When you die will you be surrounded by friends?
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| Will they pray for a heaven out loud, a hope that somehow they will see you
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| again |