The Little Things That Give You Away
The night gave you songA light had been turned onYou walked out in the worldLike you belong there
As easy as a breezeEach heart was yours to pleaseIs it only me who seesThere’s something wrong there
Oh, I’m not a ghost thereI can see youYou need to see me
It’s the little things that give you awayThe words you cannot sayYour big mouth in the wayIt’s the little things that tease and betrayAs the hunted I become the preyIt’s the little thingsThe little things that give you away
I saw you on the stairsYou didn’t notice I was thereThat’s ‘cause you were talking at meNot to me
You were high above the stormA hurricane being bornWhat was freedomIt might cost you your liberty
It’s the little things that give you awayThe words you cannot sayYour big mouth in the wayIt’s the little things that tease and betrayAs the hunted I become the preyIt’s the little thingsThe little things that give you away
SometimesI can’t believe my existenceSee myself on a distanceI can’t get back insideSometimesThe air is so anxiousAll my tasks are so thanklessAnd all of my innocence has diedSometimesI wake at four in the morningWhere all the doubt is swarmingAnd it covers me in fearSometimes, sometimes, sometimesSometimes, sometimes, sometimesSometimesFull of anger and grievingSo far away from believingThat any song will reappearSometimesThe end is not dawningIt’s not comingThe end is hereSometimes, sometimes, sometimesSometimes, sometimesI’m full of anger and grievingSo far away from believingThat any song will reappearSometimesThe end isn’t comingIt’s not comingThe end is hereSometimes