Small Things

Oh my mind

I walked down Mayflower Road again

The wailing sun

Echoes from the park, seems so absurd

The bus takes hours

I knew it would but I can't shake the sting

Can't spend my time on everybody else

If buildings fell at least we'd be in matrimony

I can't control, the words kaleidoscope inside my head

Has the world gone mad, or is it me?

All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me

Is it all so very bad? I can't see

All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me

Saw the police, screaming something trivial like

"Keep the peace"

The world moves on and you can't shake the sound

Know she's home, waiting on somebody loathe in light

All in my mind

The anvil and the weight upon my back

Has the world gone mad, or is it me?

All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me

Is it all so very bad? I can't see

All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me

And I can't see my love

Has the world gone mad or is it me?

All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me

Is it all so very bad? I can't see

All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me

And I can't see my love

And I can't see my love