Ordinary
Alex Warren · Ordinary
Our colors will fade eventually
So if our time is running out day after day
We'll make the mundane our masterpiece
Oh my, my, oh my, my
Love, I take one look at you
You're taking me out of the ordinary
I want you laying me down till we're dead and buried
On the edge of your knife, staying drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found
Something so out of the ordinary
You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary
Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found
Hopeless hallelujah
Oh, this side of Heaven's gate
Oh, my life, how do ya
Breathe and take my breath away?
At your altar I will pray
You're the sculptor, I'm the clay
Oh my, my
You're taking me out of the ordinary
I want you laying me down till we're dead and buried
On the edge of your knife, staying drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found
Something so out of the ordinary
You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary
Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found
Something so heavenly
Higher than ecstasy
Whenever your next to me
Oh my, my
World was in black and white
Until I saw your light
I thought you had to die
To find
Something so out of the ordinary
I want you laying me down till we're dead and buried
On the edge of your knife, staying drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found
Something so out of the ordinary
You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary
Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found
About Ordinary
"Ordinary" finds Alex Warren in a pop-minded frame, where a clear central idea and emotional directness are the real strengths. The title gives the song a sharp center of gravity, but the mood is what stays with the listener once the first impression passes. There is a welcome sense of proportion in the way the music presents itself: the hook has room to land, while the surrounding moments support it instead of competing for attention. The best moments are the ones that let the central idea return with a little more weight each time, instead of forcing a bigger gesture. For listeners returning to Alex Warren, the song offers a compact example of how mood, pacing, and a recognizable point of view can meet in one place. That patience gives the track replay value: it feels immediate, yet it leaves enough space for small details and shifts in feeling to register later. The clarity of that approach is its own strength, because it lets the feeling come through without turning every moment into a dramatic demand. Even when it aims for immediacy, the track avoids feeling disposable because its atmosphere remains distinct after the final note. Its emotional center stays firmly in view throughout.