Fire still burning, in a while she'll make it rain
These rooms are all falling down, they couldn't stand the strain
I had the same old dream, she was hiding outside my door
She used to come from time to time but not any moreStill in my mind
Still in my mindIt wouldn't make any difference
We crossed that line
From the fire we will rise again
In our own timeSeasons turning, in a while she'll make it snow
This time I think she's here for good but I never really know
Nothing here remains, just the vision of her face
The implication of a crime, it always takes her placeStill in my mind
Still in my mindIt wouldn't make any difference
We crossed that line
From the fire we will rise again
In our own timeIt wouldn't make any difference
We crossed that line
From the fire we will rise again
In our own time
In our own time