Red Hill Mining Town
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

From father to son
The weight’s passed down
A name left drowned
Guitars in the sand

Desert winds, through a cracked glass pane
The dust remains
I pressed my head against the steel
The music played, but time stood still

I’m in the Red Hill Mining Town
Walls without chains
Still hanging on
With my head struck in the ground
Singing in the cold

A dream we swore would set the stage
They sold their strings, they dimmed the fire
They chose the cold, they chose the mire
Everything is now left behind

I’m in the Red Hill Mining Town
Walls without chains
Still hanging on
With my head struck in the ground
Singing in the cold

You keep me holding on
In Red Hill Town
Seeing the lights go down…on

The love
Slowly stripped away
My love
Will see a better day