Small Things - Ben Howard

Oh my mind!

I walk down Mayflower Road again

The wailing sun

Echoes from the park seem 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

I saw the police

Screaming something trivial

Like 'keep the peace!'

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

I 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 around 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 around me

And I can’t see my love

(And I can’t see)