Bridle - Sage Francis

Maze broken, she’s runnin', feet swollen, he’s commin', she’s stolen

And before he even knows it — she’s gone

Tea cups sittin’on the hollow tree stumps

He’s dumped, and can’t seem to swallow these lumps

The beat goes on…

Same fire, new passion, old flame

Trade it in for a summer fling

There’s nothing like that sweet old song

Tip over

Root the trees

Bend the leaves

Blend in with the open wound

The freeze frames keep him warm

The day’s frost is scrapped off the weight loss

The new sign that says keep off

As he speeds off into the storm

Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice

He’s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life

Pealing out on the lawn

Now he’s idling — his time is dwindling

In his mind he’s figuring out life’s about the little things

And his labyrinth

And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps

The princess is innocent

She doesn’t belong

They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall…

She stopped to think for a minute, and in a split second went AWOL

He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn

He’s pullin’on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm

The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war

The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm

The maze, high tower, clouds are at war

The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm

The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war

3x *I never thought I’d miss you*