Little
Earthquakes - Tori Amos
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 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 king 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 These little earthquakes Doesn't take much
to rip us into pieces I can't reach you I can't reach you I can't reach
you I can't reach you can't reach you Give me life Give me pain Give me
myself again Give me life Give me pain Give me myself again Give me life
Give me pain Give me myself again Give me life Give me pain Give me myself
again Give me life Give me pain Give me myself again Give me life Give
me pain Give me myself again Give me life Give me pain Give me myself again
Give me life Give me pain Give me myself again Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again These little earthquakes Doesn't take much to rip us into
pieces Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces Doesn't take much to rip
us into pieces