The steam above the water rises through the air. All I wants to touch it; feel it on my skin. Follow in it's motion; travel where it's been I'm a little man in a little town. It's a little cold; I'm a little down. I get a little angry a little bit each day. A little while longer we'll dig a little grave. The stitches of my pocket fray upon the seam. My truest secrets spilled over my heart beat. A frail little drop of the poison tree. I'm a little man in a little town. It's a little cold and I'm a little down. I get a little angry a little bit each day. A little while longer we'll dig a little grave.