Little things you do.

When you hold my hand,
And I take my time breathing out.
The reality slips me like sand.
The moon's shining and I'm here with you, sneaking out.

The little things you do,
That make me lose my mind.
Its like you play the reel.
Its all true but feels so unreal.
A distant dream, a lovely fairytale.

The suns at the left, the moon at the right.
I'm at my terrace, its 4 in the night.
This is exactly when, where we had the fight.
When you shut me up and held me tight.

The little things you do,
That make me lose my mind.
Its like you play the reel.
Its all true but feels so unreal.
A distant dream, a lovely fairytale.