Little Boring Things Songtext
von Tom Anthony

It′s not confetti or wedding rings
But an accumulation of tiny things
Cliches are too saccharine
To describe that woman, that wife of mine

It's the little, boring things that build a life
The little, boring things, subtle in their shine


I don′t always treat her like I should
There's an inborn impatience in my blood
But she floats by me on my knees
And with a roll of her eyes shows mercy to me

The little, boring things, easy to forget
Those little, boring things I don't deserve, and yet

She stays here anchoring my soul
To a life much richer than I′m owed
And in this sheltered cove called "Home"
We′ll grow old


Little, boring things like reading side by side
Never forgetting a kiss goodnight
Fragments of love in each corner of the day
The little, boring things mean more than I can say