Lyric Context Universe
could be a treasure that you'd only see thru the eyes of grace
looking for a diamond in the black coal
it feels good when you strike gold
could be a treasure that you'd only see thru the eyes of grace
looking for a diamond in the black coal
it feels good when you strike gold
impressions that would last
black coal
coal black pit yacka's face
impressions that would last
black coal
coal black pit yacka's face
there is steam rising from the gravel on the road
there is black coal filling up our homes
it seeps through the window cracks
there is steam rising from the gravel on the road
there is black coal filling up our homes
it seeps through the window cracks
to empty seas of black
empty seas of black coal
i need you here
to empty seas of black
empty seas of black coal
i need you here
and he gave me my black heart
bitter rivers of black coal dust
tore our country apart
and he gave me my black heart
bitter rivers of black coal dust
tore our country apart