Little things in me seem to be insane
like an orphan i a estrangers home
like a shadow from a distance source
Little thing in me, turn to be afraid
like a baby left alone i bed
like a world coming into its end

Little things in me
Little things in you

Little things in me try to understand
like a man in a foreign land
like a bird attempting to fly
Little things in me search for an answer
like a castaway waiting to be found
Like a begger sitting on the ground

Close my eyes and see beyond those mighty trees
Open my eyes and see illusions without cause