Текст песни Littlething

It's how I've often felt When I find myself on nights like these Like Christmas Eve From the empty office window To the street outside It's everything not to call And find out why On the cab ride you said nothing Just hair all in your face I was scared to name it And nothing changed So, I walked until I just couldn't Too late I understood It was always half invented But the other half was good Just a little thing Buried in the other things Burning away, from inside Could you be with me tonight? There's a quiet dream I'm not supposed to think I know I shouldn't think Eating away at my mind Could you be with me tonight