Bush
"Little Things"


I bleach the sky 
Every night 
Loaded on wrong 
And further from right 
Spinning around 
Through howling moons 
Cos there always there what ever i do 
The river is loaded 
I've been there today 
Took me 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 way 
It'd 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 
We're 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 

I touch your mouth 
My willy is food 
Addicted to love 
I'm addicted to fools 
I kill you once i kill you again 
We're starving and crude 
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