Caldera, Caldera

Текст песни Gemma Ray - Caldera, Caldera

All we suffer
From their jobs
Women suffer
From their jobs
The children weakened
From that heat
Come Caldera!
Bring them to their feet!

Caldera!
Caldera!
Oh-ho-oh-oh, Caldera!

I sleep when you rise, Caldera;
But you never rest
With that fountain of lava
Forever flowing down your chest
Smoke curls round and round
Flames pick up speed
You're bringing me close to something
Bringing me close to something here
Caldera!

(16-bit solo plays)

All we suffer
From their jobs
Would you suffer
For their jobs?
Oh, Caldera!
Thinking you could ever do me harm?
'Cause I don't think so!
I don't think so
I-I-I-I don't think so!
Cracked by heat
Cracked by heat
Caldera!
Caldera, Caldera, Caldera!

As you punch your fist up through the crust
I feel the Earth shaking under us
I know some mothers who toss their eyes up to the sky
Call themselves nurturers one last time
Caldera
Caldera, Caldera, Caldera, Caldera!
Caldera!
Caldera...
Caldera, Caldera, Caldera, Caldera!

(Heh!)