SMALL TALK
(words & music by Per Gessle 1990)

It's not the chapters he reads
When you're feeling low down
It's not the touch of his skin
When you kiss him goodnight
It's not the money he spends
When you want to buy a day-dream
And not that miracle smile
That makes the sky bright
It's not the way his hands behave
When you've turned out the light

It's the small, small, small talk
That makes it all happen
Small, small, small talk
That makes you want to fly
Yes it does

It's not the way
He believes in you like a religion
It's not the thrill that you get
When he's holding you tight
It's not the way
His eyes persuade you to stay the night

It's the small, small, small talk
That makes it all happen (just like that) Small, small, small talk
That makes you feel like flying
Yes it does

Information, heart and soul
A whisper, a word
Confessions that have to be heard

Small, small talk

Come on now

Come on - you make it rock so heavenly

Come on - you seem to talk so heavenly

Big words ... small talk ...