1, 2, 3, 4 It's not the chapters he reads when you're feeling low down It's not the touch of his skin when you're kissing goodnight It's not the money he spends when you wanna buy a daydream And not that miracle smile that makes the sky bright It's not the way his hands behave when you turn out the light It's the small, small, small talk that makes it all happen The small, small, small talk that makes you wanna fly, yes it does It's not the way he believes in you like you're religion, no It's not the thrill that you get when he's holding you tight It's not the way his eyes persuade you to stay the night It's the small, small, small talk that makes it all happen The small, small, small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does Information, heart and soul, a whisper of words Confessions that have to be heard The small, small, small The small, small, small Come on now, come on now, come on You make it rock so heavily Come on now, come on now, come on You seem to talk so heavily It's not the way his eyes persuade you to stay the night It's the small, small, small talk that makes it all happen The small, small, small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does Information, heart and soul, a whisper of words Confessions that have to be heard The small, small, small The small, small, small The small, small, small Big words Small talk