Volcano Call

I'm a mouth that talks through a screen
Just a face in the night of a dream
Backing on the charts when it's just about to start
I hold the key to the game but I see fire in the cart

A portrait
My replica
A volcano call
Mmm finally you echo moon over world

I turn my back to the chalk, to the keel
Silver knife cutting out of the deal
Heading for the rails in the morning of the pain
I hold the key to the game and now the fire turned to flame

A portrait
My replica
A volcano call
Mmm finally you echo moon over world

A portrait, my replica, a volcano call