There’s girl leaning
A dress, white tennis shoes
And her cold skin
There is that
There’s a feeling
Over a waste ground, vaguely 1
Before you
I came here
she says that
I don’t want to die tonight
I don’t want to die
There’s a girl leaning
Both hands in her sleeves
There’s a summer evening
Old-fashioned
There’s a town all around
There’s the dying day
There’s a beating heart
There is that
I don’t want to die tonight
I don’t want to die
There’s a girl leaning
A dress, white tennis shoes
There’s a feeling
Over a waste ground, vaguely
There’s a girl leaning
Both hands in her sleeves
There’s a town all around
There’s the dying day
I don’t want to die tonight
I don’t want to die
1. a bit of wordplay with "terrain vague" - waste ground and "vaguement" vaguely