Patrick Watson - Little Moments lyrics

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