The Bridge

The Loved Ones-The Bridge



On the bridge made of stone
Stands a man all alone
The bridge was his motivation
It worked him to the bone
With every nail that he drove, it drove him farther from his own
In his punishing isolation, but the bridge just feels like home

She didnt feel quite the same
She despised the bridge and who he became
She left in devastation
She left him there in shame
He said, 'I dont understand, this was not part of the plan...'
But it got lost in the translation
Like a castle made of sand

In all the years hes spent struggling
Hes been haunted at every turn
He fights the fear as hes growing old
And reminds us in all the hes learned
That we build and burn
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!

Here I am all alone
On that bridge made of stone
With smothering motivation, Im working to the bone
In the end its what Ive known
Its what I hate, but have to show
The bridge is my dedication;
the bridge just feels like home

In all the years Ive been struggling
Ive been haunted at every turn
I the fear as Im growing old
And remembering all that Ive learned
That we build and burn

In all the years hes spent struggling
Hes been haunted at every turn
(Well build and burn)
He fights the fear as hes growing old
And reminds us in all the hes learned
That we build and burn
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!