Life Becoming a Landslide Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers

Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognise
Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips

My ideal of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don′t wanna be a man

Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl, this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realize oil on canvas
Can never paint a petal so so delicate


My ideal of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don′t wanna be a...

My ideal of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

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