Hilltop / Riverside

The bitter cold of February snow Makes me remember of times a little warmer Where I could hold you by the riverside We replaced the river with flashing lights A beacon of red from the hilltop I discovered it's true A whole sleeping volcano But all I could think of was you The phones are on silent and thrown across the room with Surf Curse on TV Discarded dirty jockstraps From two men dancing forever I discovered it's true A whole sleeping volcano But all I could think of was you