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...