Текст песни Little Songs - Fred Thomas

Little Songs

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 turnd back on
Can you hear me wher 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