(Jenny Hval)
 So, tell me, that time in the sunset
 When we entered the sunlight
 And were apart
 Like in every cliché revealing itself
 (Look, a man, a woman)
 It's so stupid
 (husband, and wife,
 two strangers,
 and a representative from the government
 performing a dissertation on love,
 but, with them, I'm not sure what it was)

 What am I afraid of?
 It has to be ordinary

 (Félicia Atkinson)
 Can I only write these things?
 Not all the other things?

 (Jenny Hval)
 Does it come to you for free?
 I don't know

 (Vivian Wang)
 The curves on her face. The most ordinary
 The ones she sees the most
 The ones that make her cringe
 Yet have the power to calm her
 From her panic attacks
 Because she knows her hands fit there
 The skin makes room
 Like the groove in my finger long after
 I take the wedding ring off
 It wrote something there, on my finger
 And my skin just gave in

 (Jenny Hval & Vivian Wang)
 The man's fingers
 Coming through
 Just gave in to the ordinary
 Giving in to the ordinary
 Giving in to the ordinary
 To the ordinary
 To the ordinary
 To the ordinary
 To the ordinary, ordinary
 To the ordinary
 To the ordinary, ordinary
 Ordinary
 Ordinary, ordinary
 Ordinary, ordinary
 Ordinary, ordinary
 Ordinary
 Ordinary

 (Vivian Wang & Jenny Hval)
 Outside again, the chaos (My finger)
 Long after I take the wedding ring off (And I wonder what is lost)
 We don't always get to choose
 When we're close
 And when we're not