The Districts - Ordinary Day lyrics

In ordinary senses In ordinary day In ordinary senses I'll let you down again In ordinary senses In ordinary day In ordinary senses I'll let you down again On your own I'd let you fall down In a garden full of bees On your own, picking through my [legs?] Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache Covering miles in a broken car Covering miles in a broken car Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache Covering miles in a broken car Covering miles in a broken car Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache [Instrumental Break] On your own I'd take the beating Then again I thought I'd say Will it hit you when the feelings right? On your own I'd let you fall down In a garden full of bees On your own, picking through my [legs?] Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache Covering miles in a broken car Covering miles in a broken car Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache Covering miles in a broken car Covering miles in a broken car Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache In ordinary senses In ordinary day In ordinary senses I'll let you down again In ordinary senses In ordinary day In ordinary senses I'll let you down again In ordinary senses In ordinary day In ordinary senses I'll let you down again In ordinary senses In ordinary day Covered in gold and Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache [Instrumental Break] (In ordinary senses In ordinary day) Covered in gold and Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache (In ordinary senses I'll let you down again) In ordinary senses In ordinary day Covered in gold and Covered in gold and kicking through the bellyache