Under a mountain a fire burns
One day I'll recall the way in
Interpolated and assumed again
Little did I know which way it'd end
Maybe we should have waited till tomorrow
But we had a lot of seasons to count
Underneath the bunker where we lived
All we could talk about is what we would do
If we had so much heat to live
Little did we know that it was a deep hole
Too late did we find out that it
Was a long way to go
Peace on my conscience
Breath through the valley of the sea
Of the sea
They tried to say it was my fault
For leading them down the primrose path
Like I'm some magician who could change reality
And not just some dog on a leash
Living on the edge brought a lot of headaches
Staring at the streets gets old within a week
Finding new heat is a hard long way to go
But heat springs eternal
From underground thermals
All unseen again
All unseen again
All unseen again
All unseen again