@migu music@

Little Things - Bush

I bleach the sky

Every night

Loaded on wrong

And further from right

Spinning around

Two howling moons

Cos there always there

Whatever I do

The river is loaded

Ive been there today

Took it some questions

She does me again

Id die in your arms

If you were dead too

Here comes a lie

We will allways be true

Going up

When coming down

Scratch away

Its the little things that kill

Tearing at my brains again

The little things that kill

The little things that kill

Bigger you give

Bigger you get

Were boss at denial

But best at forget

Cupboard is empty

We really need food

Summer is winter

And you always knew

Going up when coming down

Scratch away

It's the little things that kill

Tearing at my brains again

The little things that kill

Tearing at my brains again

It's the little

Little

I touch your mouth

My willy is food

Addicted to love

Im addicted to fools

I kill you once

I kill you again

Were starving and crude

Welcome my friends to

The little things that kill

Tearing at my brains again

The little things that kill

Tearing at my brains again

It's the little

Little

Little