I saw the fire
Of an old, burning house
And out by the window
The smoke and light, came out
Right over my head
I felt the thunder
Here on our shaking earth
And down by the gutter
The beating tide, came out
Right over my head
I heard the whisper
Of the many foreign years
And until the door burns
The beating time, slows down
Right over my head
Right over my head
Right over my head
