Metallic smell of coming snow.
The wind is combing through the gra**
and the holes in your description of this love
has shot my plane right of the sky,
slow motioning the essence of a life,
cursing and blessing of a life.
Avalanche, avalanche inside.
Now it's the morning of your life,
so leave your finger prints behind
with the ashes of the fire
you were burning in the eyes of another,
who'll always be love blind.
Euphoric bitterness like NY traffic in my mind,
crawling traffic though my life,
Avalanche, avalanche inside.
And your fire has burned in through my soul
and your fire has burned in through my all.
And your fire has burned in through my soul
and your fire has burned in through my all.
And your fire has burned in through my soul
and your fire has burned in through my all.
And your fire has burned in through my soul
and your fire has
Avalanche, avalanche inside.