Little Songs

Lyrics
The world will show you signs But you'll miss them every time But you see, the world knows this And depending on the gravity The world will storm your house Send signifiers in the form of newspapers Wrapped around last year's leaves Fires through the trees cover you entirely So shout if you think you'll be heard And cry for what you think you deserve In some little song, with little words Some little things you came upon Some little wish, somehow absurd When all the lights are turnеd back on Can you hear me wherе you are? Like a whisper through a megaphone Through my sister's broken microphone That I borrowed and never returned (And never returned!) Can you hear my words? Rising up out of the dark (Out of the dark like the sun) Like the sun So shout (At the top) At the top (At the top) At the top of your lungs! (And scream for) And scream for everything (That's been) That's been done! And you look sick and you're gone Back to that night where you belonged But you're just tired cos you've lived too long And you're just sick to death of all these little songs
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Credits
- Writers
- Fred Thomas