There's a narrow bridge that leads me to your door 
Between the apple trees and poison leaves that form 
Around my shoulders as they toss me back and forth 
They bring me pleasure and they always keep me warm 
There's a cashman, there are quick cures 
There are taste tests, there are trash whores 
There is numbness, there is feeling 
There is sickness, there is healing 
And I'm halfway to you but 
I'm taking a break 
Where I walk with a limp and 
I sleep with the stakes 
And I blow up my lungs with the air that 
I need And my dreams 
I'm on knees and 
I'm washing your feet with my hands 
I'm a bridge with all of my addictions 
I'm a bridge with all of my addictions 
There are sunbeams, there are dark clouds 
There are voices, there are no sounds 
And I'm stable so you want me 
Yes, I'm stable while you want me 
And I'm upright while you're downsized 
While you're downsized 
I am upright 
I'm the cashman, you're the quick cure 
You're the taste test, 
I'm the trash whole 
And I don't feel a thing but 
I want to be real 
As you are