In ordinary senses
In ordinary day
In ordinary senses
I'll let you down again
In ordinary senses
In ordinary day
In ordinary senses
I'll let you down again
On your own I'd let you fall down
In a garden full of bees
On your own, picking through my [legs?]
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
Covering miles in a broken car
Covering miles in a broken car
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
Covering miles in a broken car
Covering miles in a broken car
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
[Instrumental Break]
On your own I'd take the beating
Then again I thought I'd say
Will it hit you when the feelings right?
On your own I'd let you fall down
In a garden full of bees
On your own, picking through my [legs?]
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
Covering miles in a broken car
Covering miles in a broken car
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
Covering miles in a broken car
Covering miles in a broken car
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
In ordinary senses
In ordinary day
In ordinary senses
I'll let you down again
In ordinary senses
In ordinary day
In ordinary senses
I'll let you down again
In ordinary senses
In ordinary day
In ordinary senses
I'll let you down again
In ordinary senses
In ordinary day
Covered in gold and
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
[Instrumental Break]
(In ordinary senses
In ordinary day)
Covered in gold and
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache
(In ordinary senses
I'll let you down again)
In ordinary senses
In ordinary day
Covered in gold and
Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache