On my mind, a walk down Mayflower Road again
The wailing sun echoes from the park seems so absurd
The bus takes off, I knew it would but I can't shake the stain
Can't spend my time, won't everybody else
If feelings fail, at least we'd be in matrimony
I can't control the words collide, a slope inside my head
I can't control the words collide, a slope inside my head
I can't control the words collide, a slope inside my head
Is the world gone mad, or is it me?
All these small things, they gather on me
Gather on me
Is it all so very bad?
I can't see
All these small things, they gather on me
Gather on me
Gather on me
So I believe
So I believe
Screaming something trivial like
Keep the peace
The world moves on
And you can't shake the sound
No, she's home
Waiting on somebody low and light
All of my mind
The anvil and the wave before my back
Is the world going mad?
Or is it me?
All these small things
They gather up
And they're gone
They gather on me
Is it all so very bad?
I can't see
All these small things
They gather on me
Gather on me
And I can't see my love
Is the world
Is the world
Is the world
Is the world
Is the world
Is the world
Is the world
Is the world going mad?
Or is it me?
All these small things
They gather on me
Gather on me
Is it all so very bad?
I can't see
Is it all so very bad?

And all these small things, they gather round me, gather round me
And I can't see my heart
And I can't see my heart
And I can't see my heart