In Our Own Time - Lindsey Buckingham

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