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...
Orange river glides, orange river glides through the saddle of the park...