I can see you float like a shade of Orange
in the Indian summer,
we go on and on and on
I feel your voice in the silver lining,
Are you going where I am?
We go on and on and on
Even if I
don't make it out alive
I'd do it over and over,
over and over
Even if I
don't make it out alive
I'd do it over and over,
over and over