James Arthur - Avalanche

Paradise, sleeping in under bright white snow
I'm alive, this could be it for all we know
I'm a mess, don't know what I would do without you
I could cry, leading you down the same old road
I just never see it coming
Only butterflies until the bullets fly around my head again
Sick of running in a circle
All the stomach pains, I'm tired of medicating the adrenaline