She said, “love is like an avalanche
At least I think it should be”
And a woman made of foreign parts
Was making love to me
The poetry and shaking limbs
You stood naked on a stage
And swore that hope would save your soul
Then gave your soul away to them
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
Whispering our childhood
And the day that we would die
And how every breath that leaves our lungs
Was kissing us goodbye

And I watched you drown
In your cold hometown
And I burned my tongue
And I talk too much

[Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do]
If there’s 50 ways to leave your love
There must be 50 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
But I talk too much