If it's the little things that count
Then I'll be counting on myself
In my den I'll be going at it once again
Hoping it's a question of when
Inside
Anger grows, (each other more)
And maybe then I'll grow some more
And wait for the old days
Inside
Sadness grows, (each other more)
And maybe then I'll grow some more
And wait for the old age
It is a win-win situation (ah na)
It's the little things that count
So I'll be counting on myself
In my mind I'll be trying hard to break the noise
Hoping it's a question of choice
You'll always hear it in my voice