Alex Warren —
Ordinary

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© Compiler: Anton Gavzov // chief of the project (https://Muzland.info)
± BPM (tempo): ♩ = 112 beats per minute

Lyrics and Music by Alexander Warren Hughes, Caleb Shapiro, Adam Yaron and Margaret Elizabeth Chapman

They say, “The holy water’s watered down
And this town’s lost its faith.
Our colors will fade eventually.”
So, if our time is running out,
Day after day, we’ll make the mundane
Our masterpiece.

   Oh, my, my,
   Oh, my, my love.
   I take one look at you.

Chorus:
     You’re taking me out
     Of the ordinary.
     I want you laying me down
     ‘til we’re dead and buried.
     On the edge of your knife,
     Staying drunk on your vine.
     The angels up in the clouds
     Are jealous knowing we found.

     Something so out of the ordinary.
     You got me kissing the ground
     Of your sanctuary.
     Shatter me with your touch.
     Oh, Lord, return mе to dust.
     The angels up in the clouds
     Are jealous knowing we found.

Hopeless hallelujah,
On this side of Heaven’s gate.
Oh, my life, how do ya
Breathe and take my breath away?
At your altar, I will pray,
You’re the sculptor, I’m the clay.
Oh, my, my.

Chorus:
     You’re taking me out
     Of the ordinary.
     I want you laying me down
     ‘til we’re dead and buried.
     On the edge of your knife,
     Staying drunk on your vine.
     The angels up in the clouds
     Are jealous knowing we found.

     Something so out (out)
     Of the ordinary (ordinary).
     You got me kissing the ground
     (Ground)
     Of your sanctuary (sanctuary).
     Shatter me with your touch.
     Oh, Lord, return mе to dust,
     The angels up in the clouds
     Are jealous knowing we found.

   Something so heavenly,
   Higher than ecstasy
   Whenever you’re next to me,
   Oh, my, my
   World was in black and white
   Until I saw your light
   I thought you had to die to find.

Chorus:
     Something so out of the ordinary.
     I want you laying me down
     ‘til we’re dead and buried.
     On the edge of your knife,
     Staying drunk on your vine.
     The angels up in the clouds
     Are jealous knowing we found.

     Something so out (out)
     Of the ordinary.
     You got me kissing the ground
     (Ground)
     Of your sanctuary (sanctuary).
     Shatter me with your touch,
     Oh, Lord, return me to dust,
     The angels up in the clouds
     Are jealous knowing we found.