Tori Amos

Yellow bird flying
get shot in the wing
good year for hunters and Christmas parties
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 wampires till dawn
we laughed in the faces of kings
never afraid to burn
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