Oh damn I wish that I were dead
Sleeping somewhere else instead
Absolutely non-existant, somewhere dark and distant
Oh to be gone away from here to completely disappear
From everywhere, but how would I
Where's a person go to die?
Suppose there's always bridges
Indifferent, Cold and rigid
The Brooklyn bridge would do the trick
Fly away it would be quick
Feeling barely touched but I love that bridge so much
Cause everything's beautiful from there to see the world that way is rare
The air's so clean, the tree's so green
When I'm walking it seem peaceful even with all those people
Cars go crazy underneath it all comes as some relief
It would have to be some other bridge
Different, cold and rigid
An ugly one with no view, such a thing
I never knew
I like all bridges, indifferent, cold and rigid
There's something about them besides I want to die
And can't decide, and I've never seen an ugly bridge