You and I were two old and tortured souls. Repaired by our love. Of broken fangs. In a life Just somebodies 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're never needed much. A sliver of hope. No diamond rings. We got high it was heaven it was hell. Fly over them. With broken wings. We're just ordinary people. You and me. Time will turn us into statues eventually. Oh. Just two ordinary people. You and me. Time will turn us into statues eventually. Our bones won't ever rest on monumental life. To dust as everything must. We'll fade away in time. Oh. 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