Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Victories, artist - The Horrors. Album song Strange House, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Polydor Ltd. (UK)
Song language: English
Little Victories |
| I press your hand in mine however cautiously, I keep a smile right to myself |
| And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession |
| And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension |
| This Winter |
| So cold, Creeping down your arm |
| Stealth soldiers, Creeping around your palm |
| It’s hard, hard to understand |
| Little victories won creeping around your hand |
| The sickness has taken hold through violent, blurted syllables |
| Escape my mouth under my breath |
| The voice of pricking dread is whispering insistent in my ear |
| My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere |
| This Winter… |
| I pinned your crest to my chest, hoping it might start to look right |
| There was hushed talk of young boy’s corpse lying face down in some river |
| His hands used to move like mine |
| I can’t stand myself this morning, i am practically that boy |
| No strength to endure, Ghostly insecure, Pallid through lack of choice |
| This winter… |