Little Earthquakes

Yellow bird flying gets shot in the wing
Good year for hunters and christmas parties
And I hate
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
Oh these little earthquakes
Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces

We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
We laughed in the faces of kings never afraid to burn
And I hate
And I hate
And I hate
And I hate disintegration
Watching us wither
Black winged roses that safely changed their color

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

I can’t reach you
I can’t reach you

Give me life, give me pain
Give me myself again

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

Tori Amos