The night gave you a song,
A light had been turned on,
You walked out in the world like you belonged there
As easy as a breeze,
Each heart was yours to please,
Is it only me who sees there's something wrong there,
Oh la la la, I'm not a ghost now,
I can see you,
You need to see me.

It's The Little Things That Give You Away,
The words you cannot say,
Your big mouth in the way.

I saw you on the stairs,
You didn't notice I was there,
That's cause you were talking at me and not to me.
You were high above the storm,
A hurricane being born,
But this freedom it might cost you your liberty.

It's The Little Things That Give You Away,
The words you cannot say,
Your big mouth in the way.
It's the little things that tease and betray,
Has the hunter now become the prey?
But it's the little things,
The Little Things That Give You Away.

Sometimes I can't believe my existence,
See myself from a distance,
I can't get back inside.
Sometimes the air is so anxious,
All my thoughts are so reckless,
And all of my innocence has died.
Sometimes I wake at four in the morning
Where all the darkness is swarming,
And it covers me in fear.

Sometimes,
Sometimes,
Sometimes.

Sometimes I'm full of anger and grieving,
So far away from believing
That any sun will reappear.

Sometimes
The end is not coming,
It's not coming,
The end is here
Sometimes.

Sometimes,
Sometimes,
Sometimes.

Sometimes
When the painted glass shatters,
and you're the only thing matters,
but I can see through the tears.
Sometimes
The end is not coming,
it's not coming,
The end is here
Sometimes.