I hear the distant roar
As the waves cut into the bay
Just like the hungry words
That’s eaten this thing away
Whoa! I can feel it disappearing
Underneath that cool veneer it’s boiling hot
And one day soon I know you’re going to blow your top
Like a sleeping mountain — lying there waiting to blow
And some day It’ll rise up
Rise up so high
And there’ll be a cloud of smoke
Across a magenta sky
Whoa! I can feel the lava flowing
Underneath that cool veneer it’s boiling hot
And one day soon I know you’re going to blow your top
Heading down that icy slope, crystal pure
Behind the rugged beauty of your tranquil shore
Like a sleeping mountain — lying there just waiting to blow
Like a sleeping mountain — lying there just ready to blow
Never seem to notice if it’s dusk or dawn
Might as well be naked in a thunderstorm
And underneath that cool veneer it’s boiling hot
One day soon I know you’re going to blow your top
Like a sleeping mountain — lying there just waiting to blow
Like a sleeping mountain
Come on and let me feel the lava flow.