Regret

Fire engines
Are winding back to start up again
Over the bridges
Where many people gather

Trying to reach the sea
It's three-thirty, and I'm thinking of you
Regret

The church is empty now
Newspapers blowing onto the street
I read my downfall
And count the Coca-Cola signs

I'll give up all my old ideas
It's three-thirty, and I'm thinking of you
Regret

Though I'm standing still
I'm in a moving place
The wilderness is quiet
The wilderness

Fire engines
Are winding back to start up again
This is the window
That overlooks my better times

And I can't let them go
And I can't let them go
It's three-thirty, and I'm thinking of you
Regret
Regret
Regret