Can you see those gullies by the road?
Those are like the ones by Deegan Curve.
That's a place where no one ever goes
Where I plan to lay one pretty pearl.

You see my life was ended in her arms.
Now the wind blows colder on the trees
To end my foolish wander through her charms
Cause her will came ripping through the leaves.

And here underground fire can come around.
Hey, Pearle you'll be coming down.

Because Pearle is coming down
From her pretty world.
You'll be coming down
My pretty Pearle.

So I took my problem to the road
Where I saw the land by Deegan Curve.
There I plan to dig a dusty hole.
There I plan to lay one pretty pearl.
And here underground, flames can fool around
Hey Pearle, you'll be coming down.