Landslide (Kip Winger)

There's a crack in the sky speaking to me Is it a way out or some kind of trick? I don't know who to trust or what to believe Any rescue from here? Five-ninths of life split off from myself Is it bad melodrama or some kind of joke That I'm scribbling my brains in this letter to you Any rescue? Landslide inside my head These eyes been so mislead If I wake when I land could I claw my way out Dissident voices screaming in doubt In my palm you can read what I'm asking myself Is life easier to kill? Landslide inside my head These eyes been so mislead Landslide here it comes again Won't be long till I'm with Little Betty There's a crack in the sky speaking to me Is my need to believe some kind of jinx Still I pray for release And life's spilling over