Irish Song - Chief
If all the streets were water
I'll sail down the rivers
Under the sheet of flowers
I rest my head on her
Whatever keeps me going
Is stuck inside a dream
From what I see
In Los Angeles
The farther it hurts
And the last hit breathes
The old I do admire
And where it might have been
For you are not allowed to tell me that I've sinned
I'm looking for the good time
To say that I have risen from what I've seen
In Los Angeles
The farther it hurts
In Los Angeles
All of the weight in the wide hist of clouds
Laying away
Turning inside out
There is a feeling that is swallowing
My home every time that I lie in your bed
Don't know what is coming didn't ask for a thing
Let it go
I'm here with you
And please do not wait
To remind me of that again
If all the streets were water
I'll sail down the rivers
Under the sheet of flowers
I rest my head on her
Whatever keeps me going
Is stuck inside a dream
From what I see
In Los Angeles