Avalanche

She said, «love is like an avalanche
least I think it should be.»
And a woman made of foreign parts
is making love to me
The poetry and shaking limbs
You stood naked on a stage
This war I’d hope would save your soul
if you 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
We whispered about childhood
and the day that we would die
And 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 ways to leave your love
then 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