Patrick Watson - Little Moments

Where the newspapers fall asleep
Blowin' past the people who are walking down the street
Said that you were a spy
Well, so am I
I'll meet you dressed up as a ghost
And wander around the town
And as the sidewalk dreams for you and me
The city lights are swallowed by the puddles on the ground
And I will meet you there
We're live on TV from your bathroom mirror while the little moments dream
And I will meet you there
And it's only in this quiet you realize just how small we are
And I will meet you there
And it's only in these moments we realize just how special we are
Where the flower dresses are worn out at the seams
And the fancy hats that you just don't fuck with
And the kids pack ships made out of cardboard
With their fists up in the air
I will meet you between those lovers' hands
Scared 'cause they know this has to end
Did you see that boy who carried his mother up the stairs
In a crowd of strangers leaning against each other's ugly troubles
She walks back to her car just like a movie star