歌詞: Tori Amos. Little Earthquakes.

(Hum... hum... hum...)
Yellow bird flying, (hum...) get shot in the wing.
(Hum...) Good year for hunters, (hum...) and Christmas parties.
And I hate, and I hate, and I hate,
And I hate el-e-va-tor mus-ic, the way we fight, the way I'm left here silent...
Ooh... these little earthquakes, here... we go again.
Ooh... who... these little earthquakes,
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces.

(Hum... hum....) Yeahya.
We danced in graveyards, with vampires 'til 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 change their color.
Who... who... these little earthquakes, here... we go again.
Ooh... 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... (I-I) can't reach you (yeah, yeah).
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... (self again) give me myself, oh no...
Give me life. Give me pain p...p...pain. Give me my... (self again) give me myself.
Give me life (life). Give me pain. Give me my (give me my self) self again.
Give me life. Give'a me'a pain. Give me my (self again) give me my self again,
A, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, a.
Hee... yeah. Hee... yeah. Hee... yeah. Hee... ya.
Oh... these little earthquakes, here... we go again.
Who... 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...
(Hum... hum...) He? hea, he-he-hea. (Hum... hum...)