“Little bit”
Little bit of this, little bit of that
That what’s my life’s become
Without you, without you.
Little bit of this, little bit of that
But nothing’s complete
Without you, without you.
2 o’clock in the morning, I’m sitting in my room
Playing my guitar, to no particular tune.
Looking out of my window, to the street below.
Lights’ reflecting in the water, and now it’s starting to snow.
And I cannot help it, no I cannot help it, that I’m still in love with you.
Everywhere I look, I see memories of you.
Pictures on the mantle, photographs of me and you.
Yes, you’ve been gone a while now, to me it’s only yesterday
I still hear your laughter chasing dark clouds away.
And I cannot help it; no I cannot help it, that I’m still missing you.
Little bit of this, little bit of that
That what’s my life’s become
Without you, without you.
Little bit of this, little bit of that
But nothing’s complete
Without you, without you.
I know I should move on now, that’s what my friends all say.
But I don’t want to end it, and chase my dreams away
I’ll just keep on dreaming you’ll change your mind someday
Then I’ll be here waiting you’ll take my blues away.
Little bit of this, little bit of that
That what’s my life’s become
Without you, without you.
Little bit of this, little bit of that
But nothing’s complete
Without you, without you.
(c- B.Kirby - Braindead Muse – 2009)
