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 Barbe编辑于2021/03/10更新