| Song | Avalanche |
| Artist | John Ralston |
| Album | Needle Bed |
| You took apart my life. | |
| What'd you find on my insides? | |
| Pictures of us hung with twine; | |
| Strung from my organs taped and tied. | |
| You said I would be fine. | |
| But everyone knows. Every. One. Knows. | |
| Days spent marking time. | |
| Marching time. | |
| Parking fines. | |
| I wish that I could say "better days" unafraid. | |
| An avalanche of love buried and broke my trust. | |
| And everyone knows. Every. One. Knows. |