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
Fry 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
A monumental life
To dust as everything must
We'll fade away in time