Small Things
Oh, my mind
I walk down Mayflower Road again
The wailing sun
Echoes from the park, seems so absurd
The bus takes hours
I knew it would, but I can't shake the sting
Can't spend my time on everybody else
If buildings fell at least we'd be in matrimony
I can't control the words kaleidoscope inside my head
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Is it all so very bad? I can't see
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Saw the police
Screaming something trivial like, "Keep the peace"
The world moves on and you can't shake the sound
I know she's home
Waiting on somebody loathe in light
All in my mind
The anvil and the weight upon my back
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Is it all so very bad? I can't see
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
And I can't see, my love
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Is it all so very bad? I can't see
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
And I can't see, my love
And I can't see, my love
I walk down Mayflower Road again
The wailing sun
Echoes from the park, seems so absurd
The bus takes hours
I knew it would, but I can't shake the sting
Can't spend my time on everybody else
If buildings fell at least we'd be in matrimony
I can't control the words kaleidoscope inside my head
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Is it all so very bad? I can't see
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Saw the police
Screaming something trivial like, "Keep the peace"
The world moves on and you can't shake the sound
I know she's home
Waiting on somebody loathe in light
All in my mind
The anvil and the weight upon my back
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Is it all so very bad? I can't see
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
And I can't see, my love
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
Is it all so very bad? I can't see
All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me
And I can't see, my love
And I can't see, my love
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Writer(s): Benjamin John Howard
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