Lyrics

[Verse 1] Weatherman is always wrong He tells me sunny skies with his raincoat on Weatherman is up to no good He tells me no chance of rain As if I haven't got a brain I don't trust the people of this town They walk around smiling But I know inside they got a frown I don't trust the people in this house Sometimes things go missing when I put them down [Chorus] Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my ears But somehow they get my attention Blood of lamb on the door Signs of a coming plague that I choose to ignore [Verse 2] It's like thеse floors can feel me Something brеathes down my neck My hair stands up and I feel itchy I look into my hands but they're empty I gave myself away to a man who I thought loved me I look into my chest but it's hollow It's been scooped out by a girl who needed a heart to borrow [Chorus] Little things speak out to me if I listen Try to close my ears But somehow they get my attention Blood of lamb on the door Signs of a coming plague that I choose to ignore Little things speak out to me if I listen Try to close my ears But somehow they get my attention Blood of lamb on the door Signs of a coming plague that I choose to ignore To ignore Little things speak out to me if I listen Try to close my ears But somehow they get my attention