Oh yeah you caught me. The bottle is by the bed. Some things are better left unsaid. I can't be someone that you will regret. You have so many faces
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'
collapses to this end Beneath the avalanche With love like pages stripped away My heart must find another way Courage comes from circumstance Beneath the avalanche
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
as roadkill On the northbound carriageway And who's gonna raise a hand When all we were taught to do is dance Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche
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
Fake lightning flahes over the skyline A deer in your headlights So gun it We're singing songs about 21st century living If hate's in your heart man You
Today I'm leaving This bullshit one horse town Full of cowboys and indians Who only have balls when there's a camera around Where the girls they move
This lightning's fine She picks up these tired parts of mine Who's carrying you tonight? She carries me all of mine Up again, down again, out of your
There's the house, there's the doorway, been locked out The lights are out anyway and loosely reconditioned To be just so refined, a last grasp at the
Here's the bright end of nowhere Here's the results of all our days Used to lay on the roof and drink beer And try and count up all the ways That you