Petite - Xiu Xiu

Petite

Purposeful like a pillbox

Nothing is wrong

For nothing does matter

Spelling trouble in the clouds

And making trouble in clouds

This isn’t something your heart needs to know

A world of trouble falling down as snow

You feel worry and you should

You feel forced because you are

Where did your love for living go?

Recited off of your headstone

It was not my wish to be a slave

What God wants She does

Empress of Blood and

Murderess of Fools

What God wants She does

Sweet Petite

Resolute as a rainbow

What it was and why it won’t be

Spelling trouble in the clouds

And making trouble in clouds

This isn’t something your heart needs to know

A world of trouble coming down as snow

You feel senseless and you should

You feel pointless for you are

Where did your hate of this life go?

Rubbed it off from your headstone

It was, oh, not my aim to be a slave

What God wants She does

Duchess of Blood and

Murderess of Fools

What God wants She does