We're ordinary people doing ordinary things on an ordinary Sunday afternoon We're ordinary people doing ordinary things on an ordinary Sunday afternoon
We crawled out of the basements craving for a light to shine on us To melt away the frost and let us bloom We crawled out of the basements craving for a light to shine on us To melt away the frost and let us bloom
And when delivered from the coldness that had made us numb we stood there Waiting for our blossoms to unfold But they remained all lifeless, they had withered long ago For too long we had our secrets kept untold
Now we're ordinary people doing ordinary things on an ordinary sunday afternoon