The early morning breeze that makes the curtain sway
The (sound of) footsteps on the stairs, and coffee on a tray
The little things he does just to maketo brighten up my day
And every offering unnoticed till they've gone away
His pillow next to mine
Its hopeful colors fade with time
Those ordinary things, those ordinary things

The scent of his cologne a whisper in the air
A post-it on the fridge, but noone on the kitchen chair
When he started working late - did you notice, did you care?
Did you realize at all - when all the signs were there?
You never stopped to doubt
Now all that you can think about:
Those ordinary things - Extraordinary things

The bedroom curtain's drawn - all visitors are banned
The absence and the silence - a strange and foreign land
You see him in the street - they're walking hand in hand
His kind familiar smile - This wasn't what you planned
You know door just closed
But what you really miss the most:
Those ordinary things, those ordinary things

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Writer(s): H. Hansen, Sinne Eeg