Imaginary Ordinary

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