Little Murders Songtext
von Consonant

From bad to black as quietly as possible,
Forgetting once again that you′re not there.
There's lots of ways of thinking about happiness.
To think that I once that it was deserved.

You stay, I′ll go,
But what remains just might show that it wasn't me.


Count them up, the little murders,
Living proof that what we killed was love.

By nature I'm as happy as an idiot.
Remind me to remember to forget
That all ellipsis comes to a period.
We′ve stopped; is this the point of no return?

You stay, I′ll go,
But what remains just might show that it wasn't me.

Count them up, the little murders,
Living proof that what we killed was love.