Little Faces Lyrics - Singles - Oysterhead

In the dawn when my toes are cold 

They spread their little trinkets on the ground 

In the hall by the closet door 

They creep into my bed without a sound 

On a cube in a plastic egg 

A hundred fabric figures in a pile 

See them march toward me in a line 

And dance across the floor in single file 

Little faces keep no track of time 

Little faces speaking out in rhyme 

Little faces smiling in my mind 

Tiny doors for walking through 

While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things 

And the phone for talking through 

They often pull the cable when it rings 

Sinking ships on a foamy sea 

That roll and tumble slowly from the motion of their filthy 

Little hands 

Their little hands 

Little faces keep no track of time 

Little faces speaking out in rhyme 

Little faces smiling in my mind 

In the dark when their eyes are wide 

They listen to the secrets that I tell 

In a ball on their tiny beds 

Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell 

And the moon beams that split the night 

Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces 

As they drift into a dream 

In a dream 

Little faces keep no track of time 

Little faces speaking out in rhyme 

Little faces smiling in my mind 

My baby 

She is so cute baby 

I love you