Little Talks

I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days, I can't even dress myself It's killing me to see you this way 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to the shore There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back Well, tell her that I miss our little talks Soon, it will be over and buried with our past We used to play outside when we were young And full of life and full of love Some days, I don't know if I am wrong or right Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to the shore Don't listen to a word I say The screams all sound the same And though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to the shore Don't listen to a word I say The screams all sound the same And though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to the shore Though, the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to the shore