The Avalanche
I hear the avalanche coming down
By the mile, over me
To cover this town
And the people sleep
In blissful ignorance and peace
They think I’m like them
That I don’t know,
Soon my windows will be buried in the snow
And the cabin I’m in
will be isolated, lonely in the woods
And the cabin I’m in will be isolated, lonely in the woods
So pack up your shovel
if you want to visit me
On that hill, by the trees
Where there’s nothing much to see
But the mess that I make when I think and create by the fire
But the mess that I make when I think and create by the fire
Doo-ra-ra-doo-rah! x5
Ooh
So I’ll get out, and dig my grave
towards the sun
And I’ll learn
And I’ll learn to behave
For everyone all around me
And I’ll do it too,
I’ll live in that bliss
Where the Moon and the Sun do nothing but kiss
And the cabin I was in will crumble, for good
And the cabin I was in will crumble, only for good
Doo-ra-ra-doo-rah! x5
Ooh
Autor(es): Laura Sauvage