Jake Simmons & the Little Ghosts - The Bridge

You can spread the word and wish the best
Can you feel the pain inside the chest
No, you don't, oh
No, you won't, oh
You bill me, brother, for your time
I'm broke and bent and I'm next in line
No, you won't, oh
If I can't afford these broken times

Oh, my heart's beating out of my chest
Trying to keep me together
Oh, I can't quite afford the pain, come the change in the weather
Preach to me of pills
And teach to me these thrills
What's waiting at the bottom of the hill
At the bottom of the hill

Oh, my teeth rotting out of my head
Trying to live for the better
Oh, all of your words go unsaid
Even the truth smells dead
You take it all in stride
When you can't afford the pride
We're waiting on the turning of the tide
On the turning of the tide
On the turning of the tide

You can't spread the word, you wish the best
Can you feel the pain inside the chest
No, you don't, oh
No, you won't, oh
Bill me, brother, for your time
I'm broke and bent and I'm next in line
No, you won't, oh
If I can't afford these broken times

We're the bridge waiting to collapse
The bleeding heart in the bones intact
You're the truth and a misheard fact
A crooked smile when my face reacts
We're the bridge waiting to collapse
This bridge was built to collapse

You spread the word, you wish the best
Can you feel the pain inside the chest
No, you don't, oh
No, you won't, oh
Bill me, brother, for your time
I'm broke and bent and I'm next in line
No, you won't, oh
If I can't afford these broken times
These broken times

Written by:
Jake Simmons

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