You and I were two old and tortured souls,
Repaired by a love of broken things,
In a life just some bodies growing old,
No fear of the end of anything
We're just ordinary people, you and me
Time will turn us into statues, eventually.
We got by, though we never needed much,
A sliver of hope, no diamond rings,
We got high, it was heaven, it was hell
Flying over them with broken wings.
We're just ordinary people, you and me
Time will turn us into statues, eventually.
Just two ordinary people, you and me
Time will turn us into statues, eventually.
Our bones forever in stone,
Monuments of life,
To dust, as everything must
We fade away in time.
We're just ordinary people, you and me,
Time will turn us into statues, eventually.
Just two ordinary people, you and me,
Time will turn us into statues, eventually.
