The bitter cold of February snow
Makes me remember of times a little warmer
Where I could hold you by the riverside
We replaced the river with flashing lights
A beacon of red from the hilltop
I discovered it's true
A whole sleeping volcano
But all I could think of was you
The phones are on silent and thrown across the room
With Surf Curse on TV
Discarded dirty jockstraps
From two men dancing forever
I discovered it's true
A whole sleeping volcano
But all I could think of was you