Lyrics Little Tragedies - Hawksley Workman

Little Tragedies

You bought a gun.
'cause you thought I wouldn’t listen
To your mouth full of nails shining like the afternoon
With a face that would topple tidal waves
And takes the time away
And every pilot learns to fly to steal the blue with pirates eyes
Whaa
I better be careful that I don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I
Better be careful that I don’t slip into one more of you little
Tragedies
You took off your clothes, to remind me of the ocean
Then set fire to your hair, and went dancing like a daisy
Sha la la la.
And broken bodies bait, it leaves less aftertaste
And early warning weather flies.
With rusty comets seen by
Naked eyes
I better be careful that i don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I
Better be careful that i don’t slip into one more of your little
Tragedies
'Cause that would be no (no) good for me right now
That would be no good for me
That would be no (no) good for me right now
That would be no good for me
And this one gives you super strenght
And a yaaaaa whoo
I better be careful that I don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I
Better be careful that I don’t slip into one more of your little
Tragedies
Whooo-ooo
I better be careful that I don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I
Better be careful that I don’t slip into one more of your little
Tragedies