The Little Things That Give You Away

The night gave you a song

A light had been turned on

You walked out in the world

Like you belong there

As easy as a breeze

Each heart was yours to please

Is it only me who sees

There’s something wrong there

Oh, I'm not a ghost now

I can see you

You need to see me

It’s the little things that give you away

The words you cannot say

Your big mouth in the way

I saw you on the stairs

You didn't notice I was there

That's 'cause you were talking at me

And not to me

You were high above the storm

A hurricane being born

This freedom it might cost you your liberty

It's the little things that give you away

The words you cannot say

Your big mouth in the way

It's the little things that tease and betray

Has the hunter now become the prey

But it's the little things

The little things that give you away

Sometimes

I can't believe my existence

I see myself from a distance

I can't get back inside

Sometimes

The air is so anxious

All my thoughts are so wreckless

And all my innocence has died

Sometimes

I wake at four in the morning

Where all the darkness is swarming

And it covers me in fear

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes

I'm full of anger and grieving

So far away from believing

That the sun will reappear

Sometimes

The end is not coming

It's not coming

The end is here

Sometimes

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes

When the painted glass shatters

And you're the only thing that matters

But I can see through the tears

Sometimes

The end is not coming

It’s not coming

The end is here

Sometimes