This is an ordinary love
The kind where I meet you
By sending words into the vacuum
Bounced by cables and by satellites
Julia sighed and remembered the first day she had seen him. Winston Smith, worker at the Ministry of Trurh. He rewrites history. The minute she had seen him, she had fallen for him. Now she was going to see him. She was afraid. What if he didn't return her love? She sped up.
And it's an ordinary day
With rain upon the window
And every sound's an echo
Of the music of your voice
It was the next day, and she could barely concentrate on her work. True, all she had to do was spin the kalidascope, but she was so...confused and just, in love. As 18 hundred came around, she went to meet Winston.
We live our ordinary lives
The kind where we connect
In little traces in the daytime
Then we burn the phone lines late at night
We met again today, but only for a few minutes. We've been doing this for awhile. I hate living with these women! And having to lie and pretend!
We speak in ordinary words
And we don't neglect the details
And every story that you tell me
I just want to hear again
I love when Winston tells me stories. He always tells the greatest, and he knows about a lot of interesting stuff. I could listen to him speak forever and never get tired of hearing him.
Time, pass by - tears fall down
Fingers, fly - Voices, sound
You are here - we're apart
Still we play the music in our hearts
Winston and I met O'Brein today. We will get The Book soon. I am excited to join the Brotherhood. I never thought it existed.
I am an ordinary girl
The kind who dreams in pictures
About your ordinary fingers
And their practiced paths across the strings
We got our new home and The Book. We read part of it, but I fell asleep. I dreamed about Winston. That happens a lot. God I love him.
And you're an ordinary man
With hope stuffed in his pockets
Against the rising wall of loneliness
You whistle and you sing
Winston doesn't give up hope. I watch him, and all I see is a fire, a passion, but only when we are out of the telescreen's sight. Passion.
Time, pass by - tears fall down
Fingers, fly - Voices, sound
You are here - we're apart
Still we play the music in our hearts
We've been caught, and I cry. We have been seperated, and they are killing are love. I will never let go of my love. They can hide it, but I'll keep it!
This is an ordinary love
The kind where I meet you
By sending words into the vacuum
Bounced by cables and by satellites
And it's an ordinary day
With rain upon the window
And every sound's an echo
Of the music of your voice
A/N - My first songfic! I love it. I've had this idea forever. R&R! Will become a series of songfics. Song is "Ordinary Love", by Three Weird Sisters.