Little Talks

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

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

You're gone, gone, gone away; I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart; there's nothing we can do
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

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

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

Para pa para para pa
Para pa para para pa
'Cause though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore