LITTLE THINGS

i bleach the sky
every night
loaded on wrong
and further from the right
spinning around
two howling moons
cos there always are
whatever i do

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
it's the little things that kill
tearing at ny 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
cupboade 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
welcome my friends to

the little things that kill