Songtext von Avalanche

It’s been a long old slog camp to camp We are a knackered pack of dogs, how we pant Had we listened closely enough Avalanche! It’s been a long old slog to only crash Through and through, through and through We two Through and through, through and through We clamber Through and through, through and through We two Through and through, through and through We clamber We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother? Where is the ego lodged this far from camp? Gazing into a bog so dark and dank Did we labour nearly enough on our plot of land? Thickening paste of fog on our gallivant Through and through, through and through We two Through and through, through and through We clamber Through and through, through and through We two Through and through, through and through We clamber We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother? We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?