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Thea Gilmore Avalanche

You've narrowed it down to pictures of memory You've narrowed it down to dots on a screen You've narrowed it down to the few or the many You've narrowed

There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust No, I'm not after crashing

I love you like a whisper I love you all alone I love you like a murder, babe I'm burying the bones I love you like the last shot At the bottom of the

Through the iron winter to the fires of June Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon There's a flickering figure dancing alone Making

Don't stop singing; it's a beautiful sound I'll get the drinks in before we hit the ground And I don't know who'll speak first It doesn't matter anyway