Текст песни Imaginary Ordinary

We're in a restless way when the fireflies come, And they light the light where there was none, I won't think aout 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 s low as is mine at the moment, Imaginary Ordinary, It's you that I belong with