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
Can't reach....you
Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself again...
