SLN
When you’re used to that feeling you’ve felt for so long, Seems kinda pointless tryin’a put it in a song. Cause what can I tell you that hasn’t been said? I’ll try to describe it this way instead. You’re that cold mornin air kissing my cheeks. You’re in dew on the grass blades so thick that it speaks. Whispering softly into my ear. Your sweet little nothings I’ve been longing to hear. Your sweet little nothings are something to me. They make me feel precious, and happy, and free. They ring in my ears like a warm melody. Your sweet little nothings are something to me. I’m the big bright moon waning in the pitch black night sky. Tryin’ to stay on the straight and narrow, as the crow flies. But late in the evening when I rest my head, The ghost of you always slips inside my bed. And I hear Your sweet little nothings are something to me. They make me feel precious, and happy, and free. They ring in my ears like a warm melody. Your sweet little nothings are something to me. In dreams, y
