Church: My little problem

You must have heard about my little problemAh come on, you must have heard about itIt's no ordinary problemLook in my eyes, there can be no doubt about itAnd of course it gets worse at nightIt gets late, things start to changeClock is stopped, thermometer is bulgingHot late night bound to make us estrangedSoft dead moon all over your shouldersCold shadow in the glare of the glowFactory billboards on outskirts of cityShine down new attractions to the traffic belowRemember this dayRemember this roomRemember this singer singingI'll remember youA sudden flashA sudden lightAbandoning the afternoon as it sinks into the nightFluorescent bedroom flicker starts to teach me to wonderI hear a mandolin in the springsOut the wardrobe floats the hint of a rumorDressed in your beloved's finest thingsCan you hear the voices that are constantly talkingAm I only one to succumb to their roarWell I know the form it is takingIt's not making sense anymoreThe way you say you just wanna help meThe way your clinging is slinging me underThe strength I need already denied meYour big ideas and your little wonderSome people don't come over because of the problemI heard the top guy won't answer his phoneI wonder if he has the same kind of problemA little difficulty of his ownSo take this plastic and rent me some wheelsOr maybe I'll try to flyNo reservations, I'll see how it feelsWhen I'm over your house up in the skyAnd when the sun is squeezing through the blindsYou will be far awayDeep afternoons seeing the moon would have shinedDeep in your dream I hear you sayHave you heard about my little problemI just know that it isn't a secretIt's just a very ordinary problemThe secret doesn't matter if you keep it or leak it