Chief - Irish Song lyrics

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