| 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 |