It’s not a sunrise over canyons shaped like hearts
It isn’t bursting into song in Central Park
It’s not the outline of your face drawn in the stars
It’s the still there Monday morning kind of love
There’s no dramatic declarations in the rain
It’s not a love that finds its pleasure after pain
I couldn’t train a bunch of doves to spell your name
It’s a don’t know what they’re missing kind of love
Our kind of love
It gets better everyday
Crazy colors in the gray out of tiny love
It’s a tiny love
My life was dull
I used to walk in a different way
Now I’m dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing
Don’t care who can see me dancing
Oh, oh tiny love
Oh, oh tiny love
Oh, oh tiny love
This tiny love has spoken
And bigger hearts get broken
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh tiny love
So small that you can’t find us
The world revolves around us
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh tiny love
This kind of love, it can be no other way
One kind of love blows the other ones away
Sometimes it’s tough, others think we’re acting strange
But it’s our kind of love, our kind of love
Oh, oh tiny love
Oh, oh tiny love
My name is Michael Holbrook, I was born in 1983
No I’m not losing my mind, it’s just this thing that you do to me
You get me high on a tiny love
You get me high
And if it all goes bad and our loves attack the Sun
I give up a hundred, thousand loves for just this one
You get me high on a tiny love
You get me high on a tiny love
It’s not a sunrise over canyons shaped like hearts
It isn’t bursting into song in Central Park
We may be tiny to the world, but in our hearts
We be giants with our tiny, tiny love
