Landslide
Landslide.
Our love is
A disaster of infinite proportion
And I'm caught in the after math of your affection
Like a time bomb
I'm waiting on the moment to arrive
The russian roulette of our lives
Whoa, how do you hold on to a landslide
When you know all that's left is the letting go
Letting go
Would you pardon
This momentary lapse in my attention
My patience for the way this goes is
Fast approaching meltdown
There's a freight train of emotion
Out of control in my head
I'll trade your effect on my life for relief instead
Whoa how do you hold on to a landslide
When you know all that's left is the letting go
Whoa how do you hold on to a landslide
When you know all that's left is the letting go
Amanda falk. 2009.