the weatherman plays the piano ontop of the vulcano

Don't build your world around volcanoes melt you down

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
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea

Come and see me
Sing me to sleep
Come and free me
Hold me if i need to weep
Maybe it's not the season
Maybe it's not the year
Maybe there's no good reason
Why i'm locked up inside
Just cause they wanna hide me
The moon goes bright
The darker they make my night

It's a beautiful night for me to be here
With my empty head

And watched the weather

It's a wonderful night buts it's a shame
Because there is an empty bed


And nothing's changing