Fire in the Hole

She stands tall in a room full of strange things
And knows well
She feels presence of those who surround her
I know myself too well
I know myself too well

She will not break my stride
I don't even know she's alive

Pray, though my hands are tied
I am knitting needles with a knife

Tell me brother, why you walking round in circles?
Tell me sister, how you hold it all together?
The fire's in the hole
The fire's in the hole
You know I almost lost control, myself
The fire's in the hole
The fire's in the hole

She stands small in a room full of nothing
And knows well
Tired eyes, lie blind hiding the feeling
I know myself too well
I know myself too well

She will not break my stride
I don't even know she's alive
Pray, though my hands are tied
I am knitting needles with a knife

Tell me brother, why you walking round in circles?
Tell me sister, how you hold it all together?
The fire's in the hole
The fire's in the hole
You know I almost lost control, myself

The fire's in the hole
The fire's in the hole