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