Little Faces - Oysterhead

Little Faces Lyrics

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 soundOn 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 fileLittle faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mindTiny doors for walking through
While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things
And the phone for talking through
They often pull the cable when it ringsSinking ships on a foamy sea
That roll and tumble slowly from the motion of their filthy
Little hands
Their little handsLittle faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mindIn 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 dwellAnd the moon beams that split the night
Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces
As they drift into a dream
In a dreamLittle faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mindMy baby
She is so cute baby
I love you