It’s the little things, the ones you love, the moments you would die without!

‘Cause when you get lost,

 you know I’ll find you
And when you’re feeling all alone, 

just look behind you
I’ll pick you up when you collapse 

and in my arms I’ll bring you back

My love I swear I’ll always be your second chance!

It’s the little things, 

the ones you love, the moments you would die without
The simple pleasures: a hand to hold, 

two lips to kiss as you get old
Take me back to the bitter cold, 

when I kissed you in front of the fourth-floor windows
And we fell, am I still falling?