Woman, you're avalanche of love. Falling over me means, I can't get you off. Woman, you're avalanche of love. Loving the way you do means, I'm under you're.
If your circles could be spirals. And your idols weren't machines. If you could pick up all the signals. And flash on where you've been. . Maybe you don't feel it at all.
From the Album:. * Together. Well in a few more hours, and millions of people. hate their alarm clock, even more than their wives. The day is beginning, you can tell by the sunrise.
Once I dreamt, I was falling like a feather from a tree. The welcoming committee cheered, must have been a sight to see. Right there in the middle of a sweaty night in Rome.