Small Things We Notice
Style: Cinematic strings

[Verse 1]
Two ants cross the plaid blanket
Damp grass pressing up beneath
You watch them like they matter
I am watching you, Cleo

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing here is big or loud
Just this field, just this hour
But I feel it building slow

[Chorus]
Cleo, you make the small things count
There's no love I'd rate above
Every quiet hour turns golden
When you're near, Cleo, I'm home

[Verse 2]
The sun moves slow across the cloth
You laugh at something only small
I don't need the grand or perfect
Just this, just you, that's all

[Chorus]
Cleo, you make the small things count
There's no love I'd rate above
Every quiet hour turns golden
When you're near, Cleo, I'm home

[Bridge]
I could list a hundred moments
None as loud as they should be
But stacked up they are everything
Stacked up they are you and me

[Chorus]
Cleo, you make the small things count
There's no love I'd rate above
Every quiet hour turns golden
When you're near, Cleo, I'm home

[Outro]
Two ants still cross that blanket
I'm still here, still loving you

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