You leave the hallway glowing when I’m late, A little moon beside the door to wait. You warm the sheets before you turn away, And force the freezing winter to decay. The world makes mountains out of moments but you make moments out of mountains It’s the little things, the little, little things. (The little things) The way you save the center slice, the way you pull me in. No fireworks, no forever, no lightning left to prove. It’s the quiet things, The little things It’s the little, little things. You hear the quiet shifting ere I speak, And touch my shoulder softly when I’m weak. You rest your keys right next to mine to share, A silent promise breathing in the air. It’s the little things, the little, little things. (The little things) The way you save the center slice, the way you pull me in. No fireworks, no forever, no lightning left to prove. It’s the quiet things, The little things It’s the little, little things. The little light... The little room... Just your hand upon the glass... Watching the heavy weather pass. It’s the little things, the little, little things. (The little things) The way you save the center slice, the way you pull me in. No fireworks, no forever, no lightning left to prove. It’s the quiet things, The little things It’s the little, little things. The little things It’s the little, little things. The little smile (The little things) The little kiss (The little things) The little…
