Rock In This Pocket — Suzanne Vega

Excuse me

If I may

Turn your attention

My way

One moment

I wont plead

It isnt much

Its what I need

And whats so small to you

Is so large to me

If its the last thing I do

Ill make you see

If you turn from me

You darken my sun

You snap that thin thread

I call my horizon

And Id like to remind you

Of something small

That the rock in this pocket

Could cause your fall

And whats so small to you

Is so large to me

If its the last thing I do

Ill make you see

So small to you

And so large to me

If its the last thing I do

Ill make you see

I might be out like a light

Extinguished in the throw

But Ill hit my mark

And youll know

Because Im really well acquainted

With the span of your brow

And if you didnt know me then

Youll know me now

Youll know me now

And whats so small to you

Is so large to me

If its the last thing I do

Ill make you see

So small to you

And so large to me

If its the last thing I do

Ill make you see

Make you see

Make you see