[Verse 1]
Weatherman is always wrong
He tells me sunny skies with his raincoat on
Weatherman is up to no good
He tells me no chance of rain
As if I haven't got a brain
I don't trust the people of this town
They walk around smiling
But I know inside they got a frown
I don't trust the people in this house
Sometimes things go missing when I put them down

[Chorus]
Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my ears
But somehow, they get my attention
Blood of lamb on the door
Signs of a coming play that I choose to ignore

[Verse 2]
It's like thesе floors can feel me
Something breathеs down my neck
My hair stands up and I feel itchy
I look into my hands but they're empty
I gave myself away to a man who I thought loved me
I look into my chest but its hollow
It's been scooped out by a girl who needed a heart to borrow
[Chorus]
Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow, they get my attention
Blood of lamb on the door
Signs of a coming play that I choose to ignore
Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow, they get my attention
Blood of lamb on the door
Signs of a coming play that I choose to ignore
To ignore
Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow, they get my attention