So. I wrote a song.
You stand there
Knowing what I need but the skies won't
Bleed for you, like acid tears
To the left the angel's wings are flaming
Among the matches, into grey ashes
But you don't know
And you won't know until you
Hear me sing!
At the end of the tunnel, you're
Burning bridges, burning bridges
Oh you're taking up the black space
Escaping the empty place
And the smoke is gone away without a trace
On a Sunday morning
You send your little prayers up into the atmosphere
Where the stars are exploding
So carry me oxygen
Even when you're alone
Call me on the telephone
The static of the town
Breaks down within your chest now
And you won't know until you
Hear me sing!
At the end of the tunnel, you're
Burning bridges, burning bridges
Oh you're taking up the black space
Escaping the empty place
And the smoke is gone away without a trace
You're burning bridges, burning bridges
Burning bridges
At the end of the tunnel, you're
burning bridges, burning bridges
Ohh you're burning bridges
Taking up the black space, escaping the empty place
And the smoke is gone
The smoke is gone
