Little Talks Lyrics

Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
'Cause though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore

I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand; I'll walk with you, my dear

The stairs creak as you sleep; it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
Somedays I can't even, trust myself

It's killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore