Avalanche - The Analog Affair

You’re my avalanche

I’m your setting sun

We were getting close

And talking to the waves

You’re my firestorm

I’m your lonely soul

Where were you

While we were getting low

So low

I kill the lights

You cut the radio

Then we’ll turn it on

Living in a hurricane

Loving in a storm

It might be nice

To be invisible

Maybe then we’ll just float on

Living in a hurricane

Loving in a storm

You’re my alibi

I’m your peace of mind

We were at the coast

And staring at the flames

You’re my loaded gun

I’m your only hope

Where were you while

We were getting low

I kill the lights

You cut the radio

Then we’ll turn it on

Living in a hurricane

Loving in a storm

It might be nice

To be invisible

Maybe then we’ll just float on

Living in a hurricane

Loving in a storm

It’s kind of hard

With these kind of odds

I’m feeling rough

I’m feeling raw

Pick me up get physical

Put me right back on the wall

If you wanna get high baby get low

If you wanna run fast we can start slow

Cause I came to talk

You came to dance

Now we’re buried in that avalanche

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