Has the future come

To make a liar out of me?

Every day I wake

And I'm further out to sea

High above the driving nails

Swirl the gardens of relief

A broken smile, a little grace

For no longer how brief

The little things

The little things mean everything

The little things

The little things mean everything

Now I'm off to work

On the train I only stare

There's a sleepy drum

And there's corruption in the air

Only souls have been lost

Desperate is as desperate does

A little push, a little shove

A little talk I give myself

The little things

The little things mean everything

The little things

The little things mean everything

The little things

The little things mean everything

(One, two, three, four

I don't live here any more)

One day I'll throw myself

To the life I live in dream

Where dark bouquets explode

And fall the colours never seen

In the static grey today

Of this hopeful little scream

Songs are souvenirs

For the peace that hasn't come

And if it never does

Better still that they be sung

Souvenirs of little hopes

Underground and between thieves

The boulevard is raining hard

On the flood of you and me

The little things

The little things mean everything

The little things

The little things mean everything

The little things

The little things mean everything