The Little Things - Matthew Barber

It’s the little things that make me happy

It’s the bigger things that make me sad

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 winters night

But if that memory turns bad it starts growing

It can cause a fire that burns too bright

And you find yourself being suffocated

By the very weight of what was once a simple breath upon your cheek

And you lie awake so mystified

How you ever got so high and fell so low

Was it worth it though?

The answer is always known

It’s the little things that make me happy

It’s the bigger things that drive me mad

Though I know that I’ve got riches overflowing

Promise me you’ll understand

Promise me you’ll understand