[Verse 1]
They say, “The holy water’s watered down
And this town’s lost its faith
Our colors will fade eventually”
So, if our time is runnin’ out
Day after day
We’ll make the mundane our masterpiece
They say, “The holy water’s watered down
And this town’s lost its faith
Our colors will fade eventually”
So, if our time is runnin’ out
Day after day
We’ll make the mundane our masterpiece
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my, my
Oh my, my love
I take one look at you
[Chorus]
You’re takin’ me out of the ordinary
I want you layin’ me down ’til we’re dead and buried
On the edge of your knife, stayin’ drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowin’ we found
Somethin’ so out of the ordinary
You got me kissin’ thе ground of your sanctuary
Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord, return mе to dust
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowin’ we found
[Verse 2]
Hopeless hallelujah
On this side of Heaven’s gate
Oh, my life, how do ya
Breathe and take my breath away?
At your altar, I will pray
You’re the sculptor, I’m the clay
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So the delusion is that I’ve found heaven in the mundane, and others experience it in my neighborhood out of proximity. And when we die, we unravel (our cells), and the consciousness unravels with it and combines with elements nearby to become other “unordinary” mundane masterpieces.