Matthew Ryan - Little Things lyrics

Has the future come

To make a liar out of me?

Every day I wake

And I'm further out to sea

High above the driving nails

Swirl the gardens of relief

A broken smile

A little grace

For no longer how brief

The little things, the little things mean everything

The little things, the little things mean everything

Now I'm off to work

On the train I only stare

There's a sleepy drum

And there's corruption in the air

Only souls have been lost

Desperate is as desperate does

A little push

A little shove

A little talk I give myself

The little things, the little things mean everything

The little things, the little things mean everything

The little things, the little things mean everything

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