Elle Blue - Ordinary

I'm on the edge of your knife, staying drunk on your vine.
The angels up in the clouds, are jealous no one we found.
Something so out of the ordinary,
You got me kissing the ground.
Off your sanctuary, shatter me with your touch, oh Lord,
Return me to dust.
The angels up in the clouds, are jealous no one we found.
The angels up in the clouds, are jealous no one we found.