The night gave you a song. A light had been turned on. You walked out in the world. Like you belong there. As easy as a breeze. Each heart was yours to please. Is it only me who sees. There's something wrong there. Oh la la la. I'm not a ghost now. I can see you. You need to see me. It's the little things that give you away. The words you cannot say. Your big mouth in the way. It's the little things that tease and betray. As the hunted I become the prey. It's the little things. The little things that give you away. I saw you on the stairs. You didn't notice I was there. That's ‘cause you were talking at me. And not to me. You were high above the storm. A hurricane being born. What is freedom. It might cost you your liberty. It's the little things that give you away. The words you cannot say. Your big mouth in the way. It's the little things that tease and betray. As the hunted I become the prey. It's the little things. The little things that give you away. Sometimes. I can't believe my existence. See myself on a distance. I can't get back inside. Sometimes. The air is so anxious. All my thoughts are so reckless. And all of my innocence has died. Sometimes. I wake at four in the morning. Where all the darkness is swarming. And it covers me in fear. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes. I'm full of anger and grieving. So far away from believing. That any song will reappear. Sometimes. The end is not coming. It's not coming. The end is here. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes. When the paintings are shadows. And you're the only that matters. And I can see you through the tears. Sometimes. The end is not coming. It's not coming. The end is here. Sometimes