Little Things

I Hear As Far As They Say
 Cause I Think I'll Find You In Pieces
 A Thread A Thimble I'll Page
 Showing Up In All The Brightest Places
 A Crowded Chorus Sinking The Salty Waves
 And I'll Build A Fortress With The Little Things That I Have Saved
 A Golden Gallows The Cradle Made Of Clay
 I Sold My Shadow For The Little Things That I Have Saved
 I Taste You Turning Beside Me Shaking Me From My Sleep Again
 A Crowded Coffin I See Showing Up In All My Simple Spaces
 A Crowded Chorus Sinking The Salty Waves
 And I'll Build A Forest With The Little Things That I Have Saved
 A Golden Gallows The Cradle Made Of Clay
 I Sold My Shadow For The Little Things That I Have Saved
 For The Little Things That I Have Saved
 For The Little Things That I Have Saved