We all know that it must come to an end
Happy or sad, my dearest friend
There’s nothing easy ‘bout this
So won’t you blow me off with a kiss

Keep your hands steady
There will be hell to pay
And fire when ready
And we have nothing more to say

Memories triggered by the bell
The sound of white just as he fell
But memories tend to haunt you
There’s some things that you can’t get used to

Bridges on fire
And now we have nowhere to go
What use to inspire are
Long ago and far away

So keep your hands steady
There will be hell to pay
And fire when ready
And there’ll be nothing more to say

Our bridges on fire
And now we have nowhere to go
What use to inspire are
Long ago and far away