Littlething
It’s how I’ve often feltWhen I find myself on nights like these,Like Christmas EveFrom the empty office windowTo the street outsideIt’s everything not to callAnd fi nd out why
On the cab ride you said nothingJust hair all in your faceI was scared to name itAnd nothing changedSo, I walked until I just couldn’tToo late I understoodIt was always half inventedBut the other half was good
Just a little thingBuried in the other thingsBurning away, from insideCould you be with me tonight?There’s a quiet dreamI’m not supposed to thinkI know I shouldn’t thinkEating away at my mindCould you be with me tonight?