They say small things must be counted
To me that may have been you
Your small smile
Your confident look
Your impeccable stride
And I would rather sell my soul
If I could see them once more
But far away you are
And far away I am
We are busy with our lives
Now it really is the small things
And I live with the memory
Of your quite laughter
Whenever I would go crazy
Well it really didn't last
And maybe that ship is lost at sea
But I will nevertheless hold you in my heart
I wish I had followed you around more
Fast and buzzing like honeybee
