It’s the little things

That make me happy

It’s the bigger things

That make me sad

And though I know

That I’ve got riches overflowing

Promise me you’ll understand

It’s the memory of a moment

That keeps you warm on

A cold winter’s night

But if that memory turns bad

And starts growing

It can cause a fire

That burns too bright

And you’ll find yourself being suffocated

By the very weight of what was once

A simple breath upon your cheek

And you’ll lie awake so mystified

At how you ever got so high

And fell so low

Was it worth it though

Oh the answer is always no

It’s the little things

That make you happy

It’s the bigger things

That drive you mad

And though I know

That I’ve got riches overflowing

Promise me you’ll understand

Oh promise me you’ll understand

The Little Things - Matthew Barber