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 more Still in my mind Still in my mind It wouldn't make any difference We crossed that line From the fire we will rise again In our own time Seasons 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 place Still in my mind Still in my mind It wouldn't make any difference We crossed that line From the fire we will rise again In our own time It wouldn't make any difference We crossed that line From the fire we will rise again In our own time In our own time