In der ersten Sonne, in der ersten FeierabendIn der ersten Sonne, in der ersten FeierabendIn der ersten Sonne, in der ersten FeierabendNo heavy heart that grows the mightThere's no hat that fuels the fireA bundle of angers more than onceBlossom tired, there's nothing left of the hateBlossom tired, there's nothing left but charadeBurn the fireBurn the fireSo come with meI'll take you back againSo come with meI will do it all againAnd there's the want without desireAnd there's the need without a flameAnd those mark the light of fireIt won't come for who would waitWho do I preach to the choirAre you gone, the light of fireLight my fireLight my fireLight the fireSo come with meI can love you through the daySo call meIt's so cold in the rainIt's so coldIt's so coldIt's so coldIt's so cold in the rainIt's so cold in the rainIt's so cold in the rain