Little Things - Marsicans

I’m lost in the bread aisle

Should be over

In frozen with those little things

That make my mood swing

The cost of the feeling

That I crave

Is way beyond my day to day

But I’d still pay

It’s getting light again

Ephemeral

But still enough to change my mind

And start to define

Just what I need to get by

As I shield my eyes

From all the bad in the world

As it continues to unfurl

You know it’s cold, cold, cold

You know it’s cold, cold, cold

And I’m not looking for simile

I just need these little things

It’s these little things

Like how you feel when indoors

As the rain starts to pour

And you’re nice and warm

'Cause the heating’s on

Or when you find a bank note

Crumpled up in a coat

That you’ve not worn in a while

How it makes you smile

You know it’s gold, gold, gold

You know it’s gold, gold, gold

And I’m not looking for sympathy

I just need these little things

It’s these little things

It’s these little things