Orange river glides through the saddle of the park nAn icy day in March nCuts the clouds,nthey push apartnI'd rather be on fire, nrather be on fire, fire nnStaring straight ahead, nmeeting the streets nYour inky Skin and your skinny feet nit's about a sidewalk, about a subway, waking to sunsets nnIt's been all of my wishes nDevised a dream and then lived it nand I remember when I first listened to your records nIt's clouded, what we know nWe can only hope nAnd I'm losing just about everything nnIt's been all of my regrets nto live a lie and end upset nand I remember when peace was a pretty contender nIt's clouded what we know nAnd I'm losing everythingnAnd I'm losing everythingnAnd I'm losing everything...nOrange river glides, orange river glides through the saddle of the park...