From the recording Avalanche
Recorded at home. Mastered by Erik Veatch
Lyrics
You’re coming at me
I haven’t had my coffee yet
I’ll sit here and listen
When I’m thru waking up
We let the silence build up
Like snow on a mountain side
Below the bedsheet covers
One false move and there’s a chance
Will get buried by an avalanche
I'm thru making wishes
throw them in a wishing well
No premonitions
Of Happy endings
in a fairytale
You let the silence build up
Like snow on a mountain side
Below the bedsheet covers
One wrong move and there’s chance
We’ll get buried by the Avalanche
I get the Message
shouldn’t try to read your mind
You want my confession
But there was no crime
I feel the cold between us
And the snow has shifted
Do we keep on drifting
till we finally understand
We got buried....
By an Avalnche