Текст Bush – Little Things

I bleach the sky
Every night
Loaded on wrong
And further from right

The river is loaded
I’ve been there today
Took it some questions
She does me again
I’d die in your arms
If you were dead too
Here comes a lie
We will always be true

Going up
When coming down
Scratch away

These are little things that kill
Tearing at my brains again
All the little things that kill
The little things that kill

Bigger you give
Bigger you get
We’re boss at denial
But best at forget
The cupboard is empty
We really need food
Summer is winter

Going up when coming down
Scratch away

These are little things that kill
Tearing at my brains again
All the little things that kill
Tearing at my brains again
All the little little, little, little, little, little, little, little

Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little

I touch your mouth
My will is food
Addicted to love
I’m addicted to bullshit
I kill you once
I kill you again
We’re somber and crude
Welcome my friends to
The little things that kill
Tearing at my brains again
Oh, all the little things that kill
Tearing at my brains again
Oh, all the little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little

Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little

Here come the little things
Here come the little