Verse 1 I woke up with the window wide, gold light falling through the blinds, coffee breathing in the kitchen, one more quiet frame of time. Shoes on gravel, trees are moving, morning air inside my lungs, all the noise I kept on chasing starts to sound like distant drums. A message saying, “Are you okay?” a smile I didn’t have to earn, your hand finding mine so softly, like the world began to turn. Pre-Chorus Maybe we don’t need the thunder, maybe joy is not that loud, maybe life is hiding under all the things we rush around. And if the sky gets heavy, I’ll let the daylight through, one breath, one step, one heartbeat, brings me back to something true. Chorus / Drop It’s the little things, little things, sun on my face when the morning sings, little things, little things, your laugh pulling light through everything. A hug when the day gets cold, fresh bread, warm hands, coming home, little things, little things, maybe that’s where the big love lives. Verse 2 There’s a run through empty woodland, mud and leaves beneath my feet, and the sea in my imagination bringing salt into my dreams. There’s a talk that goes nowhere, but somehow clears the room, a task finally finished, like a door I walk right through. There’s my kid with a crooked smile, turning minutes into gold, all the things I thought were missing were already mine to hold. Pre-Chorus 2 Why worry for tomorrow when this second has a light? Why measure every sorrow when the small things feel so right? If the world keeps spinning faster, I’ll slow down into the blue, one touch, one taste, one memory, brings me back to me and you. Chorus / Drop It’s the little things, little things, sun on my face when the morning sings, little things, little things, your laugh pulling light through everything. A hug when the day gets cold, fresh food, deep breath, coming home, little things, little things, maybe that’s where the big love lives. Bridge Not every miracle has to shine, some just sit beside you. Not every answer has to arrive, some days only remind you. That love can be a quiet room, a hand, a look, a melody, and all the life we’re running to is already underneath. Final Chorus It’s the little things, little things, sun on my face when the morning sings, little things, little things, your laugh pulling light through everything. Sea air, soft skin, open sky, one good memory passing by, little things, little things, maybe that’s where the big love lives. Little things, little things, I don’t need more than this. Little things, little things, maybe this is happiness.