fin song 8

Lyrics

orange river glides, through the saddle of the park, an icy day in march, cuts the clouds, they push apart, i'd rather be on fire, rather be on fire, fire, staring straight ahead, meeting the streets, your inky skin and your skinny feet, it's about a sidewalk, about a subway, waking to sunsets, it's been all of my wishes, devised a dream and then lived it, and i remember when i first, listened to your records, it's clouded, what we know, we can only hope, and i'm losing just about everything, it's been all of my regrets, to live a lie and end upset, and i remember when peace was a pretty contender, it's clouded what we know, and i'm losing everything, and i'm losing everything, and i'm losing everything