Friday 23 August 2013

The little things

I walked down the aisle of the supermarket
and as I passed someone I smiled a little smile
I am waiting for the summer to come to Melbourne
so I can play in the sand in the sun, a little while
The little things that matter the most
my father and mother and the holy host
The little things that matter to me;
the little thing of being free

I walked out of the pub last night
and as I walked out I said thank-you
I walked out under the street light
and I walked home with you
The little things that matter the most
my father and mother and the holy host
The little things that matter to me;
the little thing of being free

We got home and slipped on to seperate beds
Saying things before I turned off the lamp
We didn't touch but we were happy
that we were warm and not out in the cold and damp
The little things that matter the most
my father and mother and the holy host
The little things that matter to me
the little thing of being free.

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