Coal Fire

I read a story about a coal fire;
Burned for eighty miles underground,
Under rivers and across the state line,
Without a flame, without a sound.
It burned a building and some fenceposts
When it come up from the dirt into the sky.
And when they interviewed the townfolks,
They said that hell was on the rise.
Now I'm looking out a window,
While you're sleeping.
I'm scared out of my mind, oh no,
I feel that fire creeping.
Everywhere I go always burns down;
Everyone I love is trying to figure me out;
And everything I knew I buried underground.
I saw a picture of a picture
That reminded me of myself.
Like a coal fire burning underground:
From up above it's hard to tell.
And you said that I could stay here
And open my chest for just you to see
All these acres of quiet fire
That are burning down in me.
Now I'm looking out a window
While you're sleeping.
I'm scared out of my mind, oh no,
I feel tht fire creeping.
Everywhere I go always burns down;
Everyone I love is trying to figure me out;
Eveyrthing I knew is on fire underground, underground.
I read a story about a coal fire
It burned for eighty miles underground.
Under rivers and across the stateline
Without a flame without a sound,
Without a flame without a sound.