Landslide by Bo Bruce
We�re staring at the second hand
And messages from foreign lands.
There�s blood on me, there�s blood on you
It�s killing me, it�s killing you.
Sinking slowly drifting through this falling landslide
All of the time we wasted waiting for the right time.
Huwhoa-oh-whoa
Huwhoa-oh-whoa
Sinking slowly drifting through this falling landslide
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)
If falling rocks should break us (?)
They told us that�s when we would climb.
The thicker skin could not be moved
But there�s blood on me, there�s blood on you.
Sinking slowly drifting through this falling landslide
All of the time we wasted waiting for the right time.
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