December third, ninety-seven. Song called Volcano.
Don`t hold my hand like that
You`ll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth then back
That`s all I need
But don`t build your world around
Volcanoes melt ya down
And what I am to you
Is not real
What I am to you
You do not need
What I am to you
Is not what you mean to me
Fuck, give me miles and miles of mountains
And I`ll part them with 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 an true disease
She`s still too young to treat
Like a distant tree
Too young for me