I'm getting dizzy way up here I haven't been this high in years Oh, whatever possessed me to Blow eighty dollars on these high heel shoes Looks like a
Well, I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul When I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill You who wish to conquer
Oh, avalanche in apartment B Everywhere white's what I've seen I've never lived alone so near the ocean breeze I can finally afford high anxiety Reach
I wasn't ready for the avalanche when we let things slide I'd always hoped that we would have the chance at least to say we tried So I went siftin' though
I like long drives the radio is on all night cause you say so lying beside your beautifull bones candlelight and heaving tones this avalanche of love
He looks like me But not so haunted Eyes like the sea[break]In storm[break]In torment How can a body so frail Contain this spirit This creature I see
welcome the avalanche the future sounds like a music that rumbled down at a mountain size come on, move on, the wait is over can't stop the rush, can'
The lines are clear with tomorrow standing against me And I am silent as I face my fears alone Responsibility weighing down upon my shoulders When
Woman, you're avalanche of love Falling over me means, I can't get you off Woman, you're avalanche of love Loving the way you do means, I'm under you'
You've narrowed it down to pictures of memory You've narrowed it down to dots on a screen You've narrowed it down to the few or the many You've narrowed
3pm. Blue as a road sign, With a gag and some cheap wine Sun's in my eyes between The smoke trails of aircraft, The kite tails and light shafts There
There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust No, I'm not after crashing
Headstrong, heavy weather Going at it Hell-for-leather Red lights flashing on Some little pop song Boys get out your Balzac The Empire's gonna strike
I love you like a whisper I love you all alone I love you like a murder, babe I'm burying the bones I love you like the last shot At the bottom of the
Up in the midnight blue, That's where I'm going to Up where the sirens' scream Through every misplaced dream Up with the Pirate Moon In bloody monochrome
Through the iron winter to the fires of June Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon There's a flickering figure dancing alone Making
They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls on your old bedroom And Friday night is going to free-fall, through Club Rust, angel dust and
Don't stop singing; it's a beautiful sound I'll get the drinks in before we hit the ground And I don't know who'll speak first It doesn't matter anyway