| After the fire the fire still burns, |
| The heart grows older but never, ever learns. |
| The memories smolder and the soul always yearns, |
| After the fire, the fire still burns. |
| |
| I heard a voice asking what happens after the fire |
| And then the sound of a breaking |
| Window and the scream of a tire |
| And then the sound of Brixton gun |
| And the scream of a child. |
| The night is hot, |
| But nothing's going to stop |
| This gang running wild. |
| |
| After the fire, the fire still burns, |
| The heart grows older but never ever learns. |
| The memories smolder and the soul always yearns, |
| After the fire, the fire still burns. |
| |
| I saw Matt Dillon in black and white; |
| There ain't no color in memories. |
| He rode his brother's Harley across the TV |
| While I was laughing at Dom DeLuise. |
| Now I'm cycling all my video tapes, |
| And I'm crying and I'm joking. |
| I've gotta stop drinking, I've gotta stop thinking, |
| I've gotta stop smoking. |
| |
| After the fire, the fire still burns, |
| The heart grows older but never ever learns. |
| The memories smolder and the soul always yearns, |
| After the fire, the fire still burns. |
| |
| Raging through the pain, |
| Blackening the promises, the tears and the rain. |
| The fire will burn 'til the wind begins to turn |
| And it all begins again. |
| |
| After the fireeeee ...Yea the fire still burns |
| |
| After the fire, the fire still burns, |
| The heart grows older but never ever learns. |
| The memories smolder and the soul always yearns, |
| After the fire, the fire still burns, |
| The fire still burns, |
| After the fire, the fire still burns, |
| The heart grows older, but never, ever learns. |
| The memories smolder and the soul always yearns, |
| After the fire, the fire still burns. |
| |
| (Sinéad) |
| Still...burns. |
| |
| (Roger) |
| The fire still burns. |
