This photograph of you and me
When these old boots of mine
Were brand new, look at you
Your smile smile smile
Look at you, your smile

What has become of us
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on

Shotgun
Is for putting in my mouth
In a world as upside down as this one
Pretty patterns on the wall
Momma screaming down the hall

Baby
Why not talk to me talk to me girl girl girl
Leave it all alone 'til
There's nothing I can hear
Babe
Yeah yeah yeah love
You gonna talk to me talk to me girl
Ran out now
Here you go you get up and say it

What has become of us
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on

You used to be though by the nothing to stop it
What has become of us
Then did well then move on to another
Chasing the avalanche
All you could be though one loves another
What has become of it
Maybe the next time I would be in the other
There must be something better on

Shotgun
Don't go running off your mouth
You've been drinking way too much
Yeah
Come on [?shotgun?] I put my gun on you
So I [?wanna?] put love in you
Like fire runs away
Yeah yeah yeah yeah love
Down down we go now

[wailing]

What has become of us
We're chasing the avalanche down
Their watching the world on TV
There must be something better on