"Desember third, '97. A song called Volcano."
Don't hold my hand like that
you'll hurt your knees
i kissed your mouth & back
that's all i need
don't build your world around
volcanoes melt you down
And what i am to you is not real
what i am to you you do not need
And what i am to you is not what you mean to me
you give me miles and miles of mountains
and I'll part them with the sea
What I give to you
is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
It's just another phase of finding
what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
Like a true disease
She's still too young to treat
Like a distant tree
...
Too young for me
Don't hold my hand like that
you'll hurt your knees
i kissed your mouth & back
that's all i need
don't build your world around
volcanoes melt you down
And what i am to you is not real
what i am to you you do not need
And what i am to you is not what you mean to me
you give me miles and miles of mountains
and I'll part them with the sea
What I give to you
is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
It's just another phase of finding
what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
Like a true disease
She's still too young to treat
Like a distant tree
...
Too young for me