The Mine

I saw her standing in the silver lining,
Her beauty thin like paper on a box.
A smile so bright it lays shadow for her pain.
Her laughter taps like the sound of rain.
She walks a tightrope, a heel from despair.
Her insanity flirts like a brothel room,
And runs my blood red hot.
Beneath the surface, down in her soul.
Lies a world so deep, it’s void of gold.

The mine ain’t no place, no place on earth.
An elevator through her soul.
The mine ain’t no place, no place on earth.
An elevator through her soul.
Shattered eyes. Windows blown out,
No place any man should go.
Deep down into her soul.

She talks of dreams, clouded in crimson mist.
The fires of Hell.
Her whisper beckons like a siren’s song,
No bee wax to plug the lull quiet,
She’s painting chaos with the brush of her skin.
Ringing the notes off shards in her soul.
Her shattered eyes let the birds in.
Now, I’ll follow her down, Into the mine, deep into her soul.

The mine ain’t no place, no place on earth.
An elevator through her soul.
The mine ain’t no place, no place on earth.
An elevator through her soul.
Shattered eyes. Windows blown out,
No place any man should go.
Deep down into her soul.

So I tread carefully in this twisted shaft,
One eye at the exit, the other on the tracks.
Her beauty dies the deeper I go.
Her love is dangerous, the canaries will fall.
The mine’s deeper still, but can’t light a spark.
The signs, the warnings, will set me on fire.
Yet still, she lures me down her wild, dark maze.
This dream of paper thin love will kill me,
But I need the pain to feel alive.
An elevator through her soul.

So here I am, deep in the mine.
Searching even harder for a piece of her gold.
Her insanity heats the blood in my heart.
The pain sets me free. .
The mine ain’t no place for the peaceful soul,
Better off made for ones with holes.
The mine ain’t no place, no place on earth.
An elevator through her soul.
An elevator through her soul.