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
One, two three, four
I don't live here any more
One day I'll throw myself
To the life I live in dream
Where dark bouquets explode
And fall the colours never seen
In the static grey today
Of this hopeful little scream
Songs are souvenirs
For the peace that hasn't come
And if it never does
Better still that they be sung
Souvenirs of little hopes
Underground and between thieves
The boulevard is raining hard
On the flood of you and me
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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