Longing to rewind, to believe in changing tides
Clinging to a time, when innocence was always mine
They say they told me so, they say my boat will stay afloat
So let the candle glow, let it burn for all I know… there's something more

I can see the [bad word] through the rain
Little pleasures, little pleasures
Walking though reminded of the pain
Little pleasures, little pleasures

Consciously I glide, straight through ghosts and past remorse
But they can't take my hope, thieves of dreams but not my soul
I'm the mystery, nostalgic for sweetness and tea
Taste of being free
I've seen, I've heard, I've wrote
And now I long to [bad word] know the [bad word] as I know my home

I can see the [bad word] through the rain
Little pleasures, little pleasures
Walking though reminded of the pain
Little pleasures, little pleasures

I can see, I can see, I can see the sun