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 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


Acoustic piano, vocals - Tori Amos
Guitar - Steve Caton
Bass - Will McGregor
Keyboard programming - Eric Rosse
Saw - Jake
Freeze Backgrounds - Eric, Caton, Tori and Nancy Shanks (Beene)
Recorded by Eric Rosse
Mixed by Paul McKenna
Produced by Tori Amos and Eric Rosse