The Bridge - The Loved Ones

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

He’s punishing isolation

But the bridge just feels like home

(Home, home, 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 is not part of your plan»

But it got lost in the translation

Like a castle made of sand

Oh, 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 that 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 I have to show

The bridge is my dedication

The bridge just feels like home

Yeah, the bridge just feels like home, yeah, yeah

In all the years I’ve been struggling

I’ve been haunted at every turn

I fight the fear as I’m growing old

And remember in all that I’ve learned that we build and burn

All the years he’s been struggling

He’s been haunted at every turn

(That we build and burn)

He fights the fear as he’s growing old

Remind us in all that he’s learned that we build and burn

(Burn, burn, burn)