Paroles: Flaming Lips. At War With the Mystics. Pompeii Am Gotterdammerung.

Running to the station, holding hands
Now the volcano is flowing red
Something there will change us into sand

Now, we'll be forever holding hands
Lava and tephra will form our bed
Now, the royal flames of Pompeii, bless
All our senses, all our senses, all our senses