| Cover your eyes, surprise your fate | 
| It’s only an avalanche away, you’re safe | 
| It’s only a scratch, you’re great | 
| Several years after the flood | 
| Your singularity under the gun | 
| So late, so late to the game, so late | 
| We thought it was wise to wait | 
| Sent you blues from the last world | 
| News from the future | 
| Blues from the last world | 
| News from the future | 
| Several miles behind the wave | 
| We needed to cross the ocean, we missed the ride | 
| Lord knows we could use a ride | 
| You summon the breath to finally say | 
| It’s only an avalanche away, feels right | 
| And you can stay here tonight | 
| Yeah, you can stay here tonight | 
| Sent you blues from the last world | 
| News from the future | 
| Blues from the last world | 
| News from the future | 
| Better angels formed the cottage industry | 
| The testimonials, warning weather | 
| Rules of the house | 
| Are all graffiti scrawled | 
| Ceremony calls, the tarred and feathered | 
| Jewels in your crown | 
| Are loud and proudly fake | 
| Ceremony calls, the overthrowing | 
| Consigned to the dustbin, all good lines thrown away | 
| Defined by the daylight waves we found in Avalanche Alley | 
| Controlled demolitions of the times far away | 
| In line for the festival that we call Avalanche Alley | 
| News from the last world | 
| News from the future | 
| News from the last world | 
| News from the future |