small heaven

Do you hear, the sound that surrounds us?

The feeling around us

We're two paints on a canvas

A blue and green pair of companions that combine and combust

I don't tell you enough

It's the small, things that you do

That you shouldn't have to

I couldn't value all the small, things that you do

That I couldn't ask you

Maybe I shouldn't have you

Caught you staring, taking photos of me

(Do you like what you see?)

Bed-sick loving, and you take care of me

(Never doing the least)

Keep me close, you know me well

Like I'm your profession, 'cause you're my obsession

When I die, I'll go to hell

'Cause you gave me heaven

I'll melt in your presence

Do you hear, the sound that surrounds us?

The feeling around us

We're two paints on a canvas

A blue and green pair of companions that combine and combust

I don't tell you enough

It's the small, things that you do

That you shouldn't have to

I couldn't value all the small, things that you do

That I couldn't ask you

Maybe I shouldn't have you