Lyrics Little Talks - Hannah Trigwell

You 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 I sleep, it′s keeping you awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days you can't even trust yourself
It′s killing me to see you this way
′Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore,
There's an old voice in your head that′s holding you back
Well tell him that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young And full of life And now,
Some days you feel like you're wrong when you′re right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don′t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that′s left is the ghost of you.
Now we′re torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we′ll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
Don′t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
And though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore