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 with her Black winged roses that safely changed their colour 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