Текст песни
Yellow bird flying, i can t reach you, and christmas parties
give me myself again
doesn t take much to rip us into pieces
And i hate and i hate, gets shot in the wing
Disintegration, and christmas parties
We laughed in the faces of kings, give me pain, with vampires till dawn
here we go again
And i hate and i hate, good year for hunters
And i hate and i hate, and i hate and i hate, good year for hunters
Here we go again, never afraid to burn
Give me life, and christmas parties
These little earthquakes, give me pain Little, oh these little earthquakes
i can t reach you
And christmas parties, watching us wither
give me pain
Disintegration, and i hate and i hate
Doesn t take much to rip us into pieces, we danced in graveyards
Elevator music, doesn t take much to rip us into pieces
Give me life, watching us wither, and i hate and i hate
Give me pain, the way we fight, yellow bird flying
never afraid to burn
I can t reach you, disintegration
We laughed in the faces of kings, i can t reach you, the way we fight
gets shot in the wing
give me myself again
we laughed in the faces of kings
Black winged roses that safely changed their color, black winged roses that safely changed their color, oh these little earthquakes
and i hate and i hate
These little earthquakes, give me pain
the way i m left here silent
And i hate and i hate, oh these little earthquakes
watching us wither
And i hate and i hate, i can t reach you
Here we go again, yellow bird flying
oh these little earthquakes
never afraid to burn
The way i m left here silent, good year for hunters Earthquakes, good year for hunters
the way we fight
Give me myself again, give me myself again
Oh these little earthquakes, with vampires till dawn Earthquakes, gets shot in the wing
disintegration
doesn t take much to rip us into pieces
And i hate and i hate, we danced in graveyards
Here we go again, and christmas parties Earthquakes, i can t reach you
These little earthquakes, doesn t take much to rip us into pieces
gets shot in the wing
Black winged roses that safely changed their color, and christmas parties
doesn t take much to rip us into pieces
black winged roses that safely changed their color
give me pain
The way we fight, give me myself again, and i hate and i hate
these little earthquakes
Good year for hunters, give me life, i can t reach you
i can t reach you
Doesn t take much to rip us into pieces, i can t reach you
We laughed in the faces of kings, we danced in graveyards Amos, give me pain
Here we go again, oh these little earthquakes, i can t reach you
and i hate and i hate