Little Joys - Tom Rosenthal

You, the last speaker of your language

One day, I might understand it

This old heart won’t turn into another

This old life won’t take me to another

You, the last musing of the morning

When the tasks no longer are calling

Send me into the long night with all the

Send me into the long night with all the

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Of the finite

You, the one smiling in the photo

Like you knew it might be on the wall

This old heart won’t turn into another

This old road won’t take me to another

You, the thought now never interrupted

Before the doom, the dark, there was light

Send me into the long night with all the

Send me into the long night with all your

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Of the finite

When the darkness beats the bright

We’ll be alright

We’ll be alright

In the finite

When the darkness beats the bright

We’ll be alright

We’ll be alright

In the finite

Send me into the long night with all your

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys of the finite

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys of the finite

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys of the finite

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys of the finite

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys of the finite

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys of the finite

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys, little joys, little joys

Little joys of the finite