Ordinary
 
Music by Lena Park
Lyrics by Lena Park


An ordinary face stares out a window frosted, it's cold outside
And ordinary fingers trace geomatric shapes against the glass
And ordinarily her mind's at ease
But on grey autumn days like these
A question haunts and breaks the fragile peace

  Chorus
Can a bauble ruled by whim
Possibly be bought
Be accepted by the masses
Framed and catalogued?
'Cause the dreamer never wins
Its wings must wet and withering
Give away its spirit
Blown loosely in the wind

The misplaced faerie trying to land on
It cannot know where to look
The mystical heart can't understand
And suddenly the glass flings outward
Early morning air is offered
Thick and drunk in - in by hope - starved lungs
Are blood red lips and dragon laughter
Dreams of happy ever after
Too unfit for ordinary minds?

  Chorus twice

LENA PARK
"Ordinary"
A Second Helping