Landslide - Kip Winger

There’s a crack in the sky speaking to me

Is it a way out or some kind of trick?

I don’t know who to trust or what to believe

Any rescue from here?

Five-ninths of life split off from myself

Is it bad melodrama or some kind of joke

That I’m scribbling my brains in this letter to you

Any rescue?

Landslide inside my head

These eyes been so mislead

If I wake when I land could I claw my way out

Dissident voices screaming in doubt

In my palm you can read what I’m asking myself

Is life easier to kill?

Landslide inside my head

These eyes been so mislead

Landslide here it comes again

Won’t be long till I’m with Little Betty

There’s a crack in the sky speaking to me

Is my need to believe some kind of jinx

Still I pray for release

And life’s spilling over