but I ask am I, and are you, are we worth what some call the cost
but it's you, and it's me, the benefits show there's nothing lost
of course, we know, the course, I think we're worth the trouble
it's really true and so are we: a city rising from the rubble
the strikes they'd call against our love: they're all just little things
your imperfections - my grievous flaws
would be enough for anyone else
to cast each other aside
but my uniqueness, your special draws
are reasons to put in the effort
and now we're glad we tried
the things they'd count against our love: they're all just little things
are you, are you, sailing my arms?
yes you, it's true, we'll do no harm
am I, are you, better by measure?
we are pure, a force in pleasure
and what they'd say against our love: they're all just little things
and are we, you and me, worth the muddy, rock-strewn climb?
and it's you, and me too, saying this time for all time
vowing not to sweat - the little things
and you know, I know too, not to sweat the little things
it's all true and I know you -
the things they'd count against our love: they're all just little things
they're all just 'little things'
nothing but little things
letting go the little things
all the things they thought would cost -
they're all just 'little things'
