| Song | The Bridge |
| Artist | Samiam |
| Album | At War With Society |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There磗 this bridge | |
| I磛e got to cross | |
| I feel alone. | |
| A child down to each side and | |
| I can磘 carry both. | |
| The bridge is long we could fall down through holes, water all around; wind, wet and cold. | |
| One child insecure displays the confidence he doesn磘 own, another child, uncertain, looks around and cries for home. | |
| My bridge is too unstable and the insecurity is letting go. | |
| There磗 no holding to a crumbling bridge. | |
| When all the time is gone in between it tumbles. | |
| Time to move along... | |
| I toss and turn over and over, trying to dream out anxiety, easy answers to my problems. | |
| Keeping a grip on sanity until the sun comes up and my mind磗 fresh and clean. |
| There zhuan this bridge | |
| I chan e got to cross | |
| I feel alone. | |
| A child down to each side and | |
| I can qing carry both. | |
| The bridge is long we could fall down through holes, water all around wind, wet and cold. | |
| One child insecure displays the confidence he doesn qing own, another child, uncertain, looks around and cries for home. | |
| My bridge is too unstable and the insecurity is letting go. | |
| There zhuan no holding to a crumbling bridge. | |
| When all the time is gone in between it tumbles. | |
| Time to move along... | |
| I toss and turn over and over, trying to dream out anxiety, easy answers to my problems. | |
| Keeping a grip on sanity until the sun comes up and my mind zhuan fresh and clean. |
| There zhuān this bridge | |
| I chán e got to cross | |
| I feel alone. | |
| A child down to each side and | |
| I can qìng carry both. | |
| The bridge is long we could fall down through holes, water all around wind, wet and cold. | |
| One child insecure displays the confidence he doesn qìng own, another child, uncertain, looks around and cries for home. | |
| My bridge is too unstable and the insecurity is letting go. | |
| There zhuān no holding to a crumbling bridge. | |
| When all the time is gone in between it tumbles. | |
| Time to move along... | |
| I toss and turn over and over, trying to dream out anxiety, easy answers to my problems. | |
| Keeping a grip on sanity until the sun comes up and my mind zhuān fresh and clean. |