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