Volcano Songtext
von Daphne Guinness

I wrote a secret letter to the powers on high
Offering my services to become a spy
Wearing nothing but my trench coat I went down to the sea

A black cat in a bowler hat crossed in front of me

I walked into the room, the gun was in his hand
I felt a little dizzy, I didn′t understand
I'm feeling quite peculiar, I fall down to the floor

The multi-coloured tablet that left me wanting more

I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
But underneath I′m a volcano

Tansen, Tansen, Tansen, Tansen
Tansen, Tansen, Tansen, Tansen

A little fair haired man, a suitcase on his knees
In the same compartment, staring at the sea
Hidden by the exit, confronting his fears

What was in the suitcase? I've been wondering for years...


I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
But underneath I'm a volcano

I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
But underneath I′m a volcano

Tansen, Tansen, Tansen, Tansen
Tansen, Tansen, Tansen, Tansen

I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
But underneath I′m a volcano

I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
I might look like an icicle
But underneath I'm a volcano

Tansen, Tansen, Tansen, Tansen
Tansen, Tansen, Tansen, Tansen