It’s the little things
That make me happy
It’s the bigger things
That make me sad
And though I know
That I’ve got riches overflowing
Promise me you’ll understand
It’s the memory of a moment
That keeps you warm on
A cold winter’s night
But if that memory turns bad
And starts growing
It can cause a fire
That burns too bright
And you’ll find yourself being suffocated
By the very weight of what was once
A simple breath upon your cheek
And you’ll lie awake so mystified
At how you ever got so high
And fell so low
Was it worth it though
Oh the answer is always no
It’s the little things
That make you happy
It’s the bigger things
That drive you mad
And though I know
That I’ve got riches overflowing
Promise me you’ll understand
Oh promise me you’ll understand
The Little Things - Matthew Barb
It’s the little things
That make me happy
It’s the bigger things
That make me sad
And though I know
That I’ve got riches overflowing
Promise me you’ll understand
It’s the memory of a moment
That keeps you warm on
A cold winter’s night
But if that memory turns bad
And starts growing
It can cause a fire
That burns too bright
And you’ll find yourself being suffocated
By the very weight of what was once
A simple breath upon your cheek
And you’ll lie awake so mystified
At how you ever got so high
And fell so low
Was it worth it though
Oh the answer is always no
It’s the little things
That make you happy
It’s the bigger things
That drive you mad
And though I know
That I’ve got riches overflowing
Promise me you’ll understand
Oh promise me you’ll understand
The Little Things - Matthew Barb
