The Incidentals

(poole/martin/poole)



It's just the little things

The incidentals

It's like you wouldn't even notice

When you really turn me on

It's the little sparks that fly

And then land like dynamite



It's just

It's just the simple things

Pure incidentals



It's like staying up till midnight

Talking about absolutely nothing

It's the thought that it'll always be

As wild as i expect it to be

Yeah



Oooh, you know it's la la la la la

When you dream

A monster just swallowed you up

And you don't wanna be saved

Oooh and i am crazy