Little things you do for me
Nobody else make me feel good
Little things you say to me
Making me smile when no one else could
That's why I like to say thanks to you
And hear your mad stories I know they are not true
I like that we share a secret or two together

Little things you say to me
And nobody else make me feel good
Little things you say to me
Make me laugh out loud not when I should 
That's why I like to hang out with you
And never guess the next mad thing you do 
And I like that we make a mistake or two together

And you send me hundreds of letters 
And postcards where ever you go
And you lend me books that you love 
And god knows how much that shows 

_________________________
Mikey McCleary

Of Chasing The Night

(For those ninety-nine desires and many plans)


There in the streets I roam, in time
Where facts and faces and shadows align
In the pale houses or cornered bliss, 
Two-pice worries and dogs in peace
In peace the breath, night, chrome, I walk 

And I saw you shine
Just you
For me

Then you chased the night
For me
Just you

And now we turn the stares into sleep, of love. 

Below the haze the crows carry my truth 
Busy lanes yawning as they should 
Moist with hope that smile seldom gives 
Or as the boy in the blues gently believes

Picking the stones and staying still  
Is there a street busy with you
Showing signs that aren't quite true
The streets were left cold, as they always feel
The night left me cold, as I always feel

And I saw you shine
Just you
For me

Then you chased the night
From me
Just you

And now we turn the stares into sleep, of love.


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Composed in the tune of, and with the contentment of peace as attained under the influence of, The Cinematic Orchestra's To Build A Home.