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. |