Jordaan Mason & The Horse Museum - Avalanches | Текст песни

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If snow is flesh in gardens: we don't have mouths to talk about it
Between avalanches, we can find our language
Between fire blankets, we can speak our language

But if snow is like skin: it pulls away, so easy, dragged from the body
What if all stripped wood is branches and all frozen lakes are water?
Then our bodies will be avalanches.