Frames - Vanilla Sky

In the morning, a coffee-flavoured breeze

From the window, the sun lights up the street

Take a shower, so many ideas

The radio goes whispering in my ear

Till I’m ready to live once again

All the little things

They’re my little things

Everything I breathe with every day is part of me

All the little things

They’re my little things

Everything I’m living every day is part of me

In the traffic, a city scented breeze

Newspapers, people, magazines

I can hear a dog barking from far away

Everybody walking their own way

I don’t want to miss a single second

Of the little things

They’re my little things

Everything I breathe with every day is part of me

All the little things

They’re my little things

Everything I’m living every day is part of me

All the little things

A house, a job, some photos, a dream, the pride of a dad, travels

The show and a new car, the summer, the winter, the sea, the sunset

Some fast deep looks, my stolen kisses, a lover that suffers

Those nights, those talks, we grow up together, the joy, the pain

A grandmother dying, a son being born, a brand new year

A christmas together, playing, screaming, asleep in the yard

The shows, football, champions, the waiting, the boredome, the smiles

Mom on the phone, she’s crying for joy, the presents

Some friends on a saturday night, the brother who’s so far

A sunrise on the horizon, the movies, clothes, a sincere hugging

The words never said, the books, the school, the people around

The moving, the dinners, the things never done

The wine in the country, the colors, the rain, the sweat

The stories of life, the cities I’ve lived and that i’ve forgotten

The crashes, illusion, the being righ, the dancing at the parties

The paintings, the showrooms, the going to theatre, the exams

A pizza in front of the television, holding hands

The looking away, thinking that tomorrow will be a better day