Rivers of sand
Air on fire
A consumptive d**h
At twenty-five
With regret
Your heart's aflame
But she turns away
She turns away
Build a bridge
Walk over it
Sleep in the bed you made
At the side of the road
Rivers of grief
You didn't mean
To f** up everything
But wishes and wings
Are not the same thing
(Are not the same thing)
Build a bridge
Walk over it
Sleep in the bed you made
At the side of the road
At the side of the road