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