The Littlest Birds - The Be Good Tanyas

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing Especially when I have to watch other people kissin' And I remember when you started calling me your missus All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood I don't know why I trusted you, but I knew that I could We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt Dreams, dreams Of when we had just started things Dreams of you and me And it seems, it seems That I can't shake those memories I wonder if you have the same dreams too The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame, but it's so true I know it's not right, but it seems unfair That the things are reminding me of you Sometimes I wish we could just pretend Even if only for one weekend So come on, tell me Is this the end? Drinking tea in bed, watching DVD's When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers As if we ever needed anything to entertain us The first time that you introduced me to your friends And you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand When I was feeling down, you made that face you do There's no one in the world who could replace you Dreams, dreams Of when we had just started things Dreams of me and you And it seems, it seems That I can't shake those memories I wonder if you feel the same way too The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame, but it's so true I know it's not right, but it seems unfair That the things are reminding me of you Sometimes I wish we could just pretend Even if only for one weekend So come on, tell me Is this the end?

When will I sleep? Where will I keep these miseries hiding out? Where was the hit? Where did I miss? When do you think that you'll be coming back? Fear of alone Fear of my own dark mysteries peering out Get on the phone Tell me you're strong, tell me I'm wrong Tell me that you're not gonna let me go Maybe I'm faded in love Maybe I don't try enough But my hope is just to find you And I know it's the littlest things Maybe I've been turning it off Maybe it's just a part of growing up But my hope is just to find you And I know it's the littlest things That hurt, that hurt, that hurt, that hurt Keep me awake Don't ever take these melodies coming through You were the one When I start to run I've been running back to you Maybe I'm faded in love Maybe I don't try enough But my hope is just to find you And I know it's the littlest things Maybe I've been turning it off Maybe it's just a part of growing up But my hope is just to find you And I know it's the littlest things Maybe I'm faded in love Maybe I don't try enough But my hope is just to find you And I know it's the littlest things Maybe I've been turning it off Maybe Its just a part of growing up But my hope is just to find you And I know it's the littlest things That hurt, that hurt, that hurt, that hurt

Well, I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee I'm goin' to Louisiana my True love for to see It rained all night the day I left The weather was bone dry And the sun so hot I froze to death Susanna, don't you cry Oh Susanna Don't you cry for me I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee Well, I had a dream the other night When everything was still I dreamed I saw Susanna A-comin' down the hill A buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye I said "I'm comin' from the south Susanna, don't you cry" Oh Susanna Don't you cry for me I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee Well, I soon will be at New Orleans and when I do arrive I'll go and find our Susanna If she is still alive And if I do not find that girl Well, I will surely die Oo, when I'm buried in my grave Susanna, don't you cry Oh Susanna Don't you cry for me I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee