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 didn't 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 don't 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 he's spent struggling

He's been haunted at every turn

He fights the fear as he's growing old

And reminds us in all the he's learned

That we build and burn

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Here I am all alone

On that bridge made of stone

With smothering motivation, I'm working to the bone

In the end it's what I've known

It's what I hate, but have to show

The bridge is my dedication;

the bridge just feels like home

In all the years I've been struggling

I've been haunted at every turn

I the fear as I'm growing old

And remembering all that I've learned

That we build and burn

In all the years he's spent struggling

He's been haunted at every turn

(We'll build and burn)

He fights the fear as he's growing old

And reminds us in all the he's learned

That we build and burn

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!