Lyrics
Don’t call it sudden. I was there before the sound. Under the cool white surface, under the calm they trusted most, every word held back pressed flat into the pack, then disappeared below. Cold settled over cold, one weak layer taking hold, another season pressing down on what was buried below. Time packed the rest in tight. Time always finds the weight that no one wants to know. Keep calling it stable. Keep standing on the crown. By the time the ridge starts talking, there is nowhere left but down. Avalanche— I only need the weight. Avalanche— every silence feeds the break. Every pause laid down a layer, every calm made room for more. By the time they heard me moving, I was already through the floor. Avalanche— never out of nowhere. I was waiting under everything. Down— hear it now. Down— hear it now. Nothing sudden. Nothing now. I was always coming down Touch came soft, but truth came late, warm enough to blur the break, never strong enough to close it. Every almost-apology fell lighter than the lie, every “we’re alright” pushed the fracture out of sight but never out of mind. The whole face stayed unchanged long enough to pass for fine, right up to the moment it couldn’t hold the line. Keep calling it nothing. Keep saying it will pass. A mountain doesn’t need permission. It only needs the mass. Avalanche— I only need the weight. Avalanche— every silence feeds the break. Every pause laid down a layer, every calm made room for more. By the time they heard me moving, I was already through the floor. Avalanche— never out of nowhere. I was waiting under everything. Down— hear it now. Down— hear it now. Nothing sudden. Nothing now. I was always coming down. No single word began me. No single night went wrong. I grew inside the space between what happened and what carried on. Every swallowed answer, every wound renamed as peace, gave the slope another reason to forget how to release. So when the whole face opened, when the white went black with speed, nothing in the fall was random. It was only what was underneath finally getting free. Avalanche— now the weight has got a name. Avalanche— now the silence sounds the same. Every pause became a warning, every calm became the cost. By the time the ridge gave way, there was nothing left to stop. Avalanche— never out of nowhere. Never one mistake. Never one bad night. Avalanche— I was built in every moment that looked quiet from the outside. Down— hear it now. Down— hear it now. Nothing sudden. Nothing now. I was always coming down. Don’t call it sudden. Sudden is only what it looked like from below.