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 

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