Irish Song - Chief

If all the streets were water

I’ll sail down the rivers

Under the 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 Lost Angeles,

The farther it hurts

And the last hit breathes?

All of the weight in the wide hist?

of clouds

?

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?

If all the streets were water

I’ll sail down the rivers

Under the 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