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

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

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 my- give me myself again

Give me life, give me pain

Give me my- give me myself again

Give me life, give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life, give me pain

Give me my- 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

Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces