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.