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