作曲 : Foxx
He said he was a saint 
And he had some colour movies
 "you will grow older and then younger
 Tattoed like a loser"
 Long streams of silence connect hand to hand
 With the memories in the car parks
 And the flowers and the sand
 So here are the wings and the burnt out suits
 Here are the maps of all your youth
 Here where the songs are all of longing
 Here where the skies are always haunting
 And I'm running, yes I'm running...
 I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers
 He was talking as I glanced away
 At silver tortures in colour vision
 It was a golden time
 A time of bones and flowers
 There was an angel in a ruined suit
 Stranded on Broadway
 I gave him change and he gave me the time of day
 So here are the wings and the burnt-out-suits
 Here are the maps of all your youth
 Here where the songs are all of longing
 Here where the skies are always haunting
 And I'm running... yes I'm running
 I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers