Text: Architecture In Helsinki. Fingers Crossed. Imaginary Ordinary.

We're in a restless way when the fireflies come
And they light the light where there once was none
I won't think about 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 so low as is mine at the moment
Not a single soul in these woods
Ever saw a jaw drop so low as is mine at the moment

Imaginary ordinary
It's you that I belong with
Imaginary ordinary
It's you that I belong with
(Belong with)

Imaginary ordinary
It's you that I belong with
Imaginary ordinary
It's you that I belong with
(Belong with)