Volcano - Charlotte Martin

Covered in another layer-where'd you go

Tasting like another flavor I don’t know

Come on come on come on come on come on out of there

Into the bright mathematical I’ll call it a dare

There is not another way out of this mess

There is nothing left inside to repress

Come on come on come on come on come on back to me

Into the arms into the arms you’re supposed to be

I’m running out of angles

Left here just to dangle

Over your volcano

Give me something broken that I can fix

Show me something hard to see that I’ll miss

Sarcasm never got me far-so what anyway

An autopilot shopping cart I’ll take anything you give me

I’m running out of angles

Left here just to dangle

Over your volcano

I know there is so much better

Better than this weather

Over

Who said this was logical?

Probably me

Thought I was methodical with my gripped gloves

I can’t look down I can’t stare directly in your eyes

All of this heat has got to mean that I’m closer baby

I’m running out of angles

Left here just to dangle

Over your volcano

I know there is so much better

Better than this weather

Over your volcano

Volcano

Volcano

Volcano