Little Moments

Where the newspapers fall asleep

Blowin' past the people who are walking down the street

Said that you’re a spy, well, so am I

I'll meet you dressed up as a ghost

And wander around the town

As the sidewalk dreams, for you and me

The city lights are swallowed by the puddles on the ground

And I will meet you there

While you're live on TV from your bathroom mirror while the little moments dream

And I, will meet you there

And it’s only in this quiet that you realize just how small we arе

And I, will meet you there

And it's only in thesе moments we realize just how special we are

Where the flower dresses are worn out at the seams

And the fancy hat that you just don't fuck with

And the kids pack ships made out of cardboard

With their fists up in the air

I will meet you between those lovers' hands

Scared 'cause they know this has to end

Did you see that boy who carried his mother up the stairs?

In a crowd of strangers leaning against each other's ugly troubles

She walks back to her car, just like a movie star