Little Earthquakes 

yellow  bird  flying get 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 I can't reach you I can't reach you give me life give me pain give me myself again...