Ordinary

An ordinary face stares out a window frosted it's cold outside And ordinary fingers trace geometric shapes against the glass And ordinary her mind's at ease but on grey autumn days like these Aquestion haunts and breakes the fragile peace Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued Cuz the dreamer never wins its wings must wet and,witherin give away spirit Blown loosely in the wind The misplaced faerie trying to and oh it cannot know where to look The mysterical heart can't understand And suddenly the glass fings outward early morning air is offered Thick and drunk in in by hope starves lungs are blood red lips and dragon laughter Dreams of happy ever after too unfit for ordinary minds Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued Cuz the dreamer never wins its wings must wet and,witherin give away spirit Blown loosely in the wind Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued Cuz the dreamer never wins its wings must wet and,witherin give away spirit Blown loosely in the wind