Little Things sing and play along

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me.

But bear this in mind it was meant to be.

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks.

And it all makes sense to me.

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.

You've never loved your stomach or your thighs.

The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine.

But I'll love them endlessly.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth.

But if I do it's you,

oh, it's you they add up to.

I'm in love with you and all these little things.