Still in my mind
Still in my mind
Wouldn't make any difference
We crossed the 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 a vision of her face
The implications of a crime, it always takes the place
Still in my mind
Still in my mind
Wouldn't make any difference
We crossed the line
From the fire we will rise again
In our own time
It wouldn't make any difference
We crossed the line
From the fire we were running
In our own time