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

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 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

it’s the little things that kill

tearing at my brains again

the little things that kill

the little things that kill

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

tearing at my brains again

the little things that kill

tearing at my brains again

it’s the little

here come the little things

here come the little

little things that kill you…