Life Becoming A Landslide - Live at the Astoria, December 1994

Lyrics

(James Dean Bradfield) 1,2,3,4 [Verse 1] Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked Now ya bruising tired lips [Pre-Chorus] My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography But there is no true love- Just a finely tuned jealousy [Chorus] Life Becoming A Landslide! Ice freezing, nature dead Life Becoming A Landslide! I don't wanna be your man! [Verse 2] Everyday, more numb to agony This the howl, this the sigh of the lonely One day, I realise oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so delicate [Instrumental Interlude/Bridge] [Pre-Chorus] My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography But there is no true love- Just a finely tuned jealousy [Chorus] Life Becoming A Landslide! Ice freezing, nature dead Life Becoming A Landslide! I don't wanna be your man! Life Becoming A Landslide! Ice freezing, nature dead Life Becoming A Landslide! I don't wanna be your- [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus] Life Becoming A Landslide! A mile empty inside Life Becoming A Landslide! Desire on its knees Life Becoming A Landslide! A mile empty inside Life Becoming A Landslide! Desire on its knees!