Little Changes

I see the fog as a clean slate There's room for us There's room for anything The usual urge I'd see clear A flower for you and the dogs are near But white light comes from nothing at all For the first time, it feels Good Good to fall between The ones I love and the ones that faded He loved me good enough to calm me down But tried to trick me into little changes I see the end before it begins No use to work, no use in anything A crack in the sky, the Heaven's hand A cloud just for you and a place to land But white noise comes from nothing at all And finally, I feel Good Good to fall between The ones I love and the ones that faded He loved me good enough to calm me down But tried to trick me into little changes.