It’s not a sunrise over canyons shaped like hearts It isn’t bursting into song in Central Park It’s not the outline of your face drawn in the stars It’s the still there Monday morning kind of love
There’s no dramatic declarations in the rain It’s not a love that finds its pleasure after pain I couldn’t train a bunch of doves to spell your name It’s a don’t know what they’re missing kind of love
Our kind of love It gets better everyday Crazy colors in the gray out of tiny love It’s a tiny love
My life was dull I use to walk in a different way Now I’m dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing Don’t care who can see me dancing
Oh, oh, tiny love Oh, oh, tiny love Oh, oh, tiny love Oh, oh, oh
This tiny love has spoken And bigger hearts get broken Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, tiny love So small that you can’t find us The world revolves around us Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, tiny love
This kind of love, it can be no other way One kind of love blows the other ones away Sometimes it’s tough, others think we’re acting strange But it’s our kind of love, our kind of love Oh, oh, tiny love Oh, oh, tiny love
My name is Michael Holbrook, I was born in 1983 No, I’m not losing my mind, it’s just this thing that you do to me You get me high on a tiny love You get me high
And if it all goes bad and our loves attack the sun I give up a hundred, thousand loves for just this one You get me high on a tiny love You get me high on a tiny love
It’s not a sunrise over canyons shaped like hearts It isn’t bursting into song in Central Park We may be tiny to the world but in our hearts We be giants with our tiny, tiny loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
