Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smallest Little Things, artist - Suburban Tribe. Album song Now and Ever After, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 20.04.2010
Record label: Cobra
Song language: English
Smallest Little Things |
I just stop trying |
I’m tired and beat |
After all this useless wait |
I concede my defeat |
The last flame of hope |
He died out before my eyes |
Now we’re both in the dark |
And it’s time for last goodbyes |
The silence that drove us far apart |
Screams in my head as loud as my heart |
It’s too late to find a perfect moment |
For the perfect words you always left unsaid |
It doesn’t matter how hard you cry |
The bitter hand remains the same |
It’s too late to find a perfect time |
For all the deeds you always left undone |
It doesn’t matter how hard you try |
The bitter hand remains the same |
I just took wishing to train to kill |
After all this waste of time |
This is too much to bear |
I feel cheated and abused |
By our innocent blue eyes |
Now we’re both in the dark |
And it’s time for last goodbyes |
The silence that drove us apart |
Screams in my head as loud as my heart |
It’s too late to find a perfect moment |
For the perfect words you always left unsaid |
It doesn’t matter how hard you cry |
The bitter hand remains the same |
It’s too late to find a perfect time |
For all the deeds you always left undone |
It doesn’t matter how hard you try |
The bitter hand remains the same |
The smallest little things that didn’t matter to you |
They meant the world to me, you didn’t have a clue |
After all I did, after all I said |
You still didn’t care, it didn’t fit in your head |
The smallest little things that didn’t matter to you |
They meant the world to me, someday I’ll make you see |
After all I did, after all I said |
You still didn’t care, you still didn’t care |
It’s too late to find a perfect moment |
For the perfect words you always left unsaid |
It doesn’t matter how hard you cry |
The bitter hand remains the same |
It’s too late to find a perfect time |
For all the deeds you always left undone |
It doesn’t matter how hard you try |
The bitter hand remains the same |