Ordinaries کے بول

Ordinaries Ordinary days ordinary places ordinary faces with glassy eyes I just want to go back to the edge where I belong Who still wants to go back to the edge where I belong Who waits tomorrow or night to be a sign of life Who waits for answer and for trace I wait Wait Ordinary mouth ordinary stories ordinary games with paper spiral I still want to go back to the space where I lost my step I still want to go back to the space where I lost my space Who waits tomorrow or night to be a sign of life Who waits for answer and for trace I wait Wait Wipe your eyes by my hands Sometimes And take me high To the ground I've never walked on To the house I've never gone to To the door I've never stepped through To the bed I've never laid in Take me high.