Little Things
Nic Cester
Every time your name comes again
Links a chain, in my memory
And every fire that burns lights a flame
Look away, I don't wanna see
Every day I try to run away
I'm a slave, I just can't get free
Little things I don't wanna see
Little things that you never mean
Little things got a hold of me
Every wind that blows there's a truth
About you, I don't wanna hear
Every song I'm singing in the street
Every beat, I hear a piece of you
Every time your names comes again
Links a chain, to my mind that's true
Little things I don't wanna see
Little things that you never mean
Little things got a hold of me
Every time your name comes again
Links a chain, in my memory
And every fire that burns lights a flame
Look away, I don't wanna see
Every day I try to run away
I'm a slave, I just can't get free
Little things got a hold of me