Little Earthquakes

Yellow bird flying
Get shot in the wing
Good year for hunters and Christmas parties
And I hate, and I hate, and I hate elevator music
The way we fight
The way I'm left here silent

Oh, these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

We danced in gravy isles with vampires till dawn
We laughed in the faces of kings
Never afraid to burn
And I hate, and I hate, and I hate disintergration
Watching us wither
Black-winged roses that safely changed their colour

I can't reach you
I can't reach you

Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself again...

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