Текст песни 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
(Hey, did you guys come here to talk or did you guys come here to listen to music? 'Cause you guys paid a lot of money, I think. No, really?)

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, hey

I can't reach you
I can't reach you
I can't reach you
I can't reach you
Reach you

Give me life, give me pain
Give me my self again
Give me life, give me pain
Give me my self again
Give me life, give me pain

Give me my, give me my self, honey
Give me life, give me pain
Give me my, give me my self
Give me life, give me pain
Give me my self again
Give me life, give me pain
Give me my
Give me my self, honey, give me
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
Hey, yes
Hey yeah, hey yes