December 3rd '97   Song called 'Volcano'      Don't hold my hair like that   You'll hurt your knees   I kissed your mouth and back   But that's all I need   But 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   For give me miles and miles of mountains and I'll park them with the sea      What I give to you is just what I'm going through   Well this is nothing new, i'ts just another phase   Of finding what I really need, is what makes me bleed   Like a true disease, she's still too young to treat   Like a distant tree   She's still too young to me