So if our time is running out day after day, we'll make that mundane our masterpiece. Oh my, my, oh my, my love.

I take one look at you. You're taking me out of the ordinary.

I want you laying me down 'til we're dead and bare on the edge of your knife. I say a drug on your vine.

The angels up in the clouds are jealous, not without something so odd of the ordinary.