Small Things

You look great to me

Some say you look like your father

But me, I've never met your father

On the roof ahead

Big white birds on Spanish tile

You're half asleep

Dreaming about tomorrow

Absurdity is clean

It makes the world come together somehow

You have to sacrifice your suffering

For a while

For things to turn around

Small things have gathered round me

And within the night, they've grown

They brighten up your senses

And lead you where you wanna go