Little Earthquakes by Tori Amos

Little Earthquakes
Tori Amos


Yellow bird flying gets shot in the wingGood year for hunters and Christmas partiesAnd I hate and I hate and I hateAnd I hate elevator musicThe way we fightThe way I'm left here silentOh these little earthquakesHere we go againThese little earthquakesDoesn't take much to rip us into piecesWe danced in graveyards with vampires till dawnWe laughed in the faces of king never afraid to burnAnd I hate and I hate and I hateAnd I hate disintegrationWatching us witherBlack winged roses that safely changed their colorOh these little earthquakesHere we go againThese little earthquakesDoesn't take much to rip us into piecesI can't reach youI can't reach youGive me lifeGive me painGive me myself againOh these little earthquakesHere we go againThese little earthquakesDoesn't take much to rip us into piecesDoesn't take much to rip us into piecesDoesn't take much to rip us into pieces