Texty: Poets Of The Fall. Signs Of Life. Stay.

Morning comes slow today
Memories push through from yesterday
Where will I be tomorrow
What will I have to show

From my life

Stay, I need you here for a new day to break
Stay, I want you near, like a shadow in my wake

Flow with life down the drain
Memories and force of will sustain
Where will I be tomorrow
What will be left to show

It's the little things, little things, little things, that make the world.