Fire Down Below - David Knopfler

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