Texty piesní Lindsey Buckingham

Lindsey Buckingham

In Our Own Time

Fire still burning, in a while she'll make it rain

These rooms are all falling down, they couldn't stand the strain

And 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

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