Hard-Ons - Ordinary Things

Ordinary things
And ordinary days
Runnin’ through my fingers like razor blades
A drive to the store
A walk around this joint
Like treacle down my throat
Amped to boiling point

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
You get the shiver, I get the gold
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
I still deliver, deliver from the cold
Why would you spark a fire when yer not mired Sittin’ in the dark?

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
I get the shivers you get the gold
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
I’ll live it down, I live to be sold
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Why would you spark a fire when you’re not surrounded by the dark?

Ordinary things
Ordinary things to say
Can get complicated if you let ‘em sit and stale
A phone call to receive
Can get me on my knees
Your words into my ear
Like I’m locked in a Nick Cage of bees, not the bees
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
I got the shiver, you got the gold
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
I still deliver deep from the cold
Why would you spark a fire when you’re not mired livin’ in the dark?
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
I get the shivers you get the gold
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
I’ll live it down, I live to be sold
Why would you spark a fire when you’re not surrounded by the dark

You always ask about the tragedy
Never about the thirst
It’s not a choice, it’s just these voices
I dunno
Is silence worse?
I dunno
Is silence worse?

Written by:
Peter Black, Tim Rogers

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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