Текст Gregory And The Hawk – Fin Song 8

Orange river glides
Through the saddle of the park
An icy day in March
Cuts the clouds

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