The Little Things It's the little things that make me happy It's the bigger things that make me sad Though I know that I've got riches overflowing Promise me you'll understand It's the memory of a moment That keeps you warm on a cold winters night But if that memory turns bad it starts growing It can cause a fire that burns too bright And you find yourself being suffocated By the very weight of what was once a simple breath upon your cheek And you lie awake so mystified How you ever got so high and fell so low Was it worth it though? The answer is always known It's the little things that make me happy It's the bigger things that drive me mad Though I know that I've got riches overflowing Promise me you'll understand Promise me you'll understand