Florent Bourgeois - Little Things lyrics

With thorns, with fears, and my complaints I've reached to the point I can't take no more All by myself with this deafening silence I feel like I'm no more in control Control of this eagerness Hatred of what I probably am I want something more Take me out From my own lies, from my own hide And take me farther than my own mind Just liberate, need to create And to build something that drives me down I want something more to care, and to lust about Under your wooden crown Blue waves unfurl and scald my mind A fact that you can see My burnt eyes meet your blue salt Grow between the lines, between the crowds And go prevent my broken mind From squandering, from sickening And writing something about us now The age of selfishness has come Which you're not prepared for This is a fact that you can see But you keep rolling your eyes out More I want something more I want the one who loves what comes around Gone