Paroles de Fin Song 8

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