Toy Fight Where The Avalanches Are
What's going on during a song you never knowThere may be
sudden rushes caused by someone else's memory
Or something unexpected just trying to sneak in
Oh major chord are you able to slent me
To spread the seasons from some landscape into me
Or is your aim just another song?
And from that day a bunch of smiles is getting nervous
They're waiting for that avalanche where it could crack
upon its side
But no it's not enough, there's something in reserve
Oh minor chord are you able to blend me
Like fading colours bluring moments by the sea
Or is your aim just another song?
