Landslide - 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

Huwhoa-oh-whoa

Huwhoa-oh-whoa

Sinking slowly drifting through this falling landslide

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)

Call out the is shining

Call out the sky’s breaking

Call out the don’t

Call out the don’t

Sinking slowly drifting through this falling landslide

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)

Sinking slowly drifting through this falling landslide

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)

Sinking slowly drifting through this falling landslide

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)

Huwhoa-oh-whoa

Huwhoa-oh-whoa

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh)