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