Little Things
I bleach the sky every night
Loaded on wrong and further from right
Spinning around two howling moons
'Cause they're 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-way-way-way-way
It's the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brain again
Oh, 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 and you always knew
Going up when coming down
Scratch away-way-way-way-way
It's the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brains again
Oh, the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brains again
Oh, the little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little
Oh, the little, little, little, little, little, little
Oh, the little, little, little, little, little, little, little
I touch your mouth, my will is food
Addicted to love, I'm addicted to bullshit
I've killed you once, I'll kill you again
We're starving and crude, welcome my friends to
The little things that kill
Oh, tearin' at my brains again
Oh, the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brains again
Oh, 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 new things
Here come the new
Loaded on wrong and further from right
Spinning around two howling moons
'Cause they're 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-way-way-way-way
It's the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brain again
Oh, 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 and you always knew
Going up when coming down
Scratch away-way-way-way-way
It's the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brains again
Oh, the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brains again
Oh, the little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little
Oh, the little, little, little, little, little, little
Oh, the little, little, little, little, little, little, little
I touch your mouth, my will is food
Addicted to love, I'm addicted to bullshit
I've killed you once, I'll kill you again
We're starving and crude, welcome my friends to
The little things that kill
Oh, tearin' at my brains again
Oh, the little things that kill
Tearin' at my brains again
Oh, 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 new things
Here come the new
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Writer(s): Gavin Rossdale
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