Lyric 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
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
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...

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