don’t catch me when I fall down
i need a chance to come round
a little bit extraordinary
which I guess just kind of varies
depending on what you keep or bury
who cares if i don’t make out
what you said you saw in the clouds
a little bit extraordinary
always so beautiful and scary
I’ll try to keep myself from staring
its best if we don’t open our mouths
we might slip and say what really counts
straight at the sun until I’m barely
able to see what is so very
more than a bit extraordinary