Back down to a small town
Like a wedding gown it's been tucked away
You should have seen how hard everything
Fell as we fell to our knees like the light had come
And I've been searching for so long
For reasons why
I shouldn't come home
Where you were mine
Slowly walk to the landing
Where we held our dreams in the palms of our hands
The first time that I saw mine
I jumped at the sight and we stumbled home
Now I'm here pleading to the barrel of
A loaded gun held by someone I thought I loved
I thought I loved you
Wish you could hold me
Till the sky bleeds
And the engines seize
And we're stuck for good
Coal beds hot as your head
Will burn a scarlet red in the depths of our hearts
We'll make sure we gotta good dime
We'll make sure we gotta phone line
We'll make sure we gotta coal mine
We'll make sure we gotta coal mine
And we don't back down