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.