East 3rd. Street — текст песни (Quicksand)

I was so sincere.
I see more clearly now.
I, trust new friends just like,
I can throw them.
Fading traces of a, future leader.
A summer squatting,
I know I wont see them round next year.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.

Rain, its rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
Im wrong, youre right.
Its not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.

In these careless days,
you know who your friends are.
A saving grace.
A time to remember,
what youve taken,
and who you took from.
Theres no, mistaking,
what you give is what you get.

And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my head.

Rain, its rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
Im wrong, youre right.
Its not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.

Change of Red Guard, every summer.
They are handing, the park over.
An ideal, idealistic.
Its not real,
its, just a trick.
Rain.
Play a judge.
All you want to.
It makes no difference to me.
Its raining again.
Its raining again.
Its raining again.