Avalanche Lyrics - Thea Gilmore

3pm. Blue as a road sign, 

With a gag and some cheap wine 

Sun's in my eyes between 

The smoke trails of aircraft, 

The kite tails and light shafts 

There's a language in the sky 

There are bones 

Hiding under the viaduct 

Sweeping down by the railway line 

Making wagers with the day 

There's a rumour 

Dirty as a chimneystack 

Quiet as roadkill 

On the northbound carriageway 

And who's gonna raise a hand 

When all we were taught to do is dance 

Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche 

Well, they sold you 

Back your outrage 

In a neat little shrink wrap 

And a beautiful face and you think 

You've found your purpose 

Well, they've been trailing the breadcrumbs 

Of a water-tight case 

So you're shouting 

You're shouting softly 

So no one can hear you 

And get the wrong idea 

But behind 

The closing eye of the tabloids 

We will be waiting 

And we'll say it clearly 

'Cause who's gonna raise a hand 

When all we were taught to do is dance 

Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche