Volcano

Covered in another layer-where'd you go
 Tasting like another flavor I don't know
 Come on come on come on come on come on out of there
 Into the bright mathematical I'll call it a dare
 There is not another way out of this mess
 There is nothing left inside to repress
 Come on come on come on come on come on back to me
 Into the arms into the arms you're supposed to be
 I'm running out of angles
 Left here just to dangle
 Over your volcano
 Give me something broken that I can fix
 Show me something hard to see that I'll miss
 Sarcasm never got me far-so what anyway
 An autopilot shopping cart I'll take anything you give me
 I'm running out of angles
 Left here just to dangle
 Over your volcano
 I know there is so much better
 Better than this weather
 over
 Who said this was logical? Probably me.
 Thought I was methodical with my gripped gloves
 I can't look down I can't stare directly in your eyes
 All of this heat has got to mean that I'm closer baby
 I'm running out of angles
 Left here just to dangle
 Over your volcano
 I know there is so much better
 Better than this weather
 Over your volcano