Touch me through your screen door   I want to remember you   They that seek me are behind me   against the moon      Recall how we used to ride   juiced underneath the power lines   in the inferno valley   when your daddy was still alive      I worked with dirt in my eyes   old blood upon my wound   dreaming aloud   of seeing you soon      I came home from day at the mill   I came home and cared for you   the year that we lived   in secret fire      I took my razor blade   I layed old Rubeun in the shade   and I heard the radio moan      I took my place in the hills   jagged with secret fires   I called you through the valley   down along the wires      with dust upon the sands   came the first day of the year   I saw a house where no one lived,      on the black land and under the red sky   you washed my hair and skin   against the firelight      so, touch me through your screen door   I want to remember you   we struggled   the year we lived in secret fire