Fire Down Below

There ain’t no place of safety, no nets where I must go
Though Jesus could be fishing there for all I know
You’re in my line of vision, the wormwood in my soul
I smelt your crimson perfume on the deep red calico
There’s fire down below, fire in the hole
You’re in my blurring vision, I can’t get remission
And you don’t even know why you let go

Just when things can’t get no bleaker, them northern winds do blow
There was no sacrifice but I gave everything, you know?
You remain so out of reach, you still seem so fucking beached
The worm is in the perfect peach

We’ll reap what we did sow
With fire down below, fire in the hole
And in your loveless prison, you’re all my twisted rhythms
Blow low for me sweet horns of Jericho
From Jamaica through the Gulf of Mexico

Who prefers God’s holy love? Who prefers his law?
To a love that was so profane you became its perfect whore
It isn’t holy sanctity Magdalene adores
It’s isn’t holy flesh and bone, Magdalene wants more

God knows I wish I didn’t but I miss your siren sound
Lost but not forgiven, I can’t find higher ground
There’s fire in the hole tonight, you remain my holy light
Jesus walked on water Babe but that was long ago
There’s fire in the hole, fire down below

My life destroying weakness, my only living witness
My bird in flight there’s fire down below
There’s fire in the hole, fire down below
Oh my sweet soul’s sickness, my muse and absent mistress
My sweet delight, there’s fire down below