Very close to touch the sun.
Very close to lay on clouds.
Since summer had begun,
I've been working all the time.

And now, very close, I stop.
Like if it wasn't worth a shot.

That fear of falling comes to mind.
The fact of knowing I will fall.
Maybe I'm afraid of what I'll find.
But I'm afraid of fear above all.

He will laugh at my ****** knees,
With a smirk he would scold me.
And I wouldn't be able to say,
"I really didn't want it, anyway."

That's it. It's that.
The greetings every day.
Knowing for a fact,
That you'll come my way.

Facing this version of me
is way easier with you.
I believe I can see,
But you make old seem new.

You take the form
of a smile eye to eye.
You take off the thorn.
Bleeding, but I feel alive.

You're the little things
In the people I know
And in the places I go.

You're the little things
that make my life mine.
That's it. It's that.
I've found my gold mine.

I don't always see you
But I know you're there.
And when I feel you,
little things, you make life fair.