The fires are burning in another land,
Don't start counting, don't start counting.
Colder and colder, the ice is moving closer
And it gets me down.
Going round and round and down the same old track.
Pack on my back, going swiftly nowhere,
Heart in my ear beating like a drum.
Where will you go?
All by yourself.
(Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah.)
And now I'm standing on the corner.
Waiting in the rain,
But then in sunlight without warning,
I invent a name,
Me and Sarah Jane,
We had a special thing going,
Me and Sarah Jane.
It was a time of love and laughter,
yourself - kendin
words - kelimeler
without - olmadan
where - nerede
track - iz
traces - izleri
through - vasitasiyla
those - bu
there - Orada
tears - gözyaşı
streets - sokaklar
walking - yürüme