While mom played on our old piano I played at her feet And I pressed my ear to the floor to hear The sound against my cheek And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles Though dad played down the end of our world The truth cut like a knife So, I went to my room to write that tune And stayed there all my life And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles Now I still try to turn these waters Somehow into wine And I press my heels to the ground to feel A chill run up my spine And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles