Little Things

All my days

I go looking when the heartbeat says

I go flying in my paper plane

And pick you up

Neon sky

Got the window down on both of these sides

Everybody howling on and on

And we were young

Little things

Eyes that sing

On the city like some worn out kings

Looking over in a wild way

I see you still

Found that light

Burning burning for the middle of night

It was something from a photograph

And we were young

Little things

Little things