Touch me through your screen doornI want to remember younThey that seek me are behind menagainst the moonnRecall how we used to ridenjuiced underneath the power linesnin the inferno valleynwhen your daddy was still alivenI worked with dirt in my eyesnold blood upon my woundndreaming aloudnof seeing you soonnI came home from day at the millnI came home and cared for younthe year that we livednin secret firenI took my razor bladenI layed old Rubeun in the shadenand I heard the radio moannI took my place in the hillsnjagged with secret firesnI called you through the valleyndown along the wiresnwith dust upon the sandsncame the first day of the yearnI saw a house where no one lived,non the black land and under the red skynyou washed my hair and skinnagainst the firelightnso, touch me through your screen doornI want to remember younwe strugglednthe year we lived in secret fire