Little joys of the finite Tom Rosenthal

You, the last speaker of your language
One day, I might understand it
This old heart won't turn into another
This old life won't take me to another

You, the last musing of the morning
When the world no longer is calling
Send me into the long night with all your
Send me into the long night with all your

Little joys, little joys
See you in the sunlight, I don't wanna cry this time
I wanna fight
Little joys of the finite

You, the one smiling in the photo
Like you knew you might be on the wall
This old heart won't turn into another
This old road won't take me to another

You, the thought now never interrupted
Before the doom, the dark, there was light
Send me into the long night with all your
Send me into the long night with all your

Little joys, little joys
See you in the sunlight, I don't wanna cry this time
I wanna fight
Little joys of the finite