Avalanche

She said, "love is like an avalanche
least I think it should be."
A woman made of foreign parts
is making love to me

The poetry and shaking limbs
stood naked on a stage
This war on hope would save your soul
if you gave your soul away to me and then

My head was like a hurricane
that blew when we were sad
and we walked along the freezing block
and loved the life we had

We whispered about childhood
and the day that we would die
How every breath that leaves our lungs
is kissing us goodbye

And I watch you drown
in your cold hometown
and I burn my tongue
and I talk too much

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ....

If there's fifty words that mean love
there must be fifty more
so forget about someone you hate
once you've shown her to the door

And I watch you choke
on the things you need the most
and I burn my tongue
and I talk too much