Lyrics Little Talks - D'Mixmasters

Little Talks

Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
'Cause though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore
I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand;
I’ll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep;
it’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes
Somedays I can’t even, trust myself
It’s killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore