Elliott Smith
Our Thing 1997 Rehearsal
She’s made out of coal
With a diamond soul
And a pretty ring
Made out of gold
She got pitch black hair
And a vacant stare
That can move anything
Total control
Slamming a liquid door
Won’t keep away
What’s already in and in the way
I thought I could help
Cause I know myself
And I’m such a fire in the hole
Made out of coal

Remember the words
This part has words
They go like this
If you want to see
What you can be
Just take a look
It’s inside your soul
It’s shimmering
The pretty thing
Made out of coal