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