The Bridge

Where the dull waves glitter Like a million dull knives Weight from all directions Is this the last of his nine lives? He doesn’t understand women He doesn’t understand men He doesn’t understand children He doesn’t understand himself very well Chorus It’s a poem, it’s a song in metal and rock (x 4) He has an inbuilt, ingrained Dislike of clichés and cliques Emotional sense versus logic He places his faith in maths and physics No romance watching the TV No Romance watching the train No romance waiting at the station No romance standing in the rain Chorus It’s a poem, it’s a song in metal and rock The bridge, the bridge, the bridge, the bridge (x 4) Jostle Shake! Jostle Shake! Half awake, half awake Cities, kingdoms, bridges and towers I’m sure I’m heading for them all Can’t go long without getting somewhere After all A wind comes up later Screaming through the bridge Scouring me, flailing me I give in, I give in! I don’t know how you do it I don’t know if I can Hell, I don’t know if I want to Hell, I don’t know if I can It’s a poem it’s a song x8 It’s a poem, it’s a poem, it’s a poem, it’s a poem, it’s a song x4 Chorus It’s a poem, it’s a song in metal and rock The bridge, the bridge, the bridge, the bridge (to fade)