Jeffrey Martin - Coal fire

I read a story about a coal ^Gfire Burned for eighty miles und^Cerground, under rivers and across the st^Date line, without a flame, without a so^Gund. It burned a building and some fe^Gnceposts when it come up from the dirt into th^Ce sky. And when they interviewed the t^Downfolks, they said that hell was on^G the rise.

Now I'm looking out a win^Cdow, while you're ^Gsleeping. I'm scared out of my m^Cind, oh no, I feel that fire cree^Gping. Everywhere I g^Do always^C burns down^G; everyone I love^D is try^Cing to figure me ou^Gt; and everything I kne^Dw I buri^Ced undergroun^Cd. Underground ^G

I saw a picture of a p^Gicture that reminded me of myse^Clf. Like a coal fire burning under^Dground: from up above it's hard to te^Gll. And you said that I could sta^Gy here open my chest for just you to ^Csee all these acres of quie^Dt fire that are burning down in ^Gme.

Now I'm looking out a wi^Cndow while you're sleep^Ging. I'm scared out of my min^Cd, oh no, I feel that fire c^Greeping. Everywhere I g^Do always^C burns dow^Gn; everyone I love^D is tryi^Cng to figure me out^G; everything I kne^Dw is on fi^Cre undergrou^Cnd, underground.^G

I read a story about a coal ^Gfire Burned for eighty miles und^Cerground, under rivers and across the st^Date line, without a flame, without a so^Cund. without a flame without a sou^Gnd.