My Avalanche

I don’t know if I’m right and I don’t know if I’m wrong
I’ll leave it up to you, don’t keep me waiting long
I can talk in my sleep, I can talk ‘til the dawn
And I can talk to you, don’t keep me waiting long

I will be the stone, soon I will be thrown
You can be my avalanche
I will be the stone, soon I will be thrown
And down upon me you will crash 

I hold on to my words like they’re a hostage
You apply your words like they’re a bandage
I hold on to my words for security breaches
You apply your words like concession speeches

I suppose that dynamite was never your best friend
I suppose that thunder strikes were never welcomed guests
I suppose to break the ice, there’s nothing you want less
But we’re gonna break it nonetheless 

I can talk ‘til the dawn, but I will get tired
I’ll go on and on, even though this room is wired
I’ll write everything down with frostbitten fingers
You’ll hear it years from now from ghostwritten singers