It's the little things that tear me apart

How come they slit me so easy?

Contort me and shape me in your palm

Before the world gets to breezy

It's the little things that rip me in two

How come they trick and tease me?

Break me down into a fine dust

Promise you'll never release me

And I know, that I'll slip up again

When will I pull my finger out

And stop kicking the sand?

Just a matter of time

It's the bitter things that play with my heart

And wake mе up from my daydream

Hold me down and drag me back undеr

Reality is too shady

It's the bitter things that I cannot do

They never cease to amaze me

Cause time is running out for us

And you're still calling me crazy

And I know, that I'll slip up again

When will I pull my finger out

And stop kicking the sand?

Just a matter of time

And I know, that I'll slip up again

When will I pull my finger out

And stop kicking the sand?

Just a matter of time