So ill’s a bridge,
lost my thoughts of dancing today.
So ills the crumbling bridge,
The rivers so cold.
I sat aside
some little foundry
I’ve seen it a hundred times.
So ill’s a bridge,
I lose myself,
from time to time.
Crossing the bridge,
forgot my thoughts of wanting you today now.
Just another crumbling bridge,
I feel so ill.
Is it loneliness?
Or is it waiting?
Am I alive?
Is it friendship?
Or is it greedy?
Am I alive?
Am I alive? Am I alive? Or is this pity?
Am I alive? Am I alive? I am guilty.
Am I alive? Am I alive? Will I lie?
No, no not at all.
No, no not at all.
I have seen it turn to dust,
then floating through the wind.
Still it runs through my veins now,
again.
There’s blood on the ground.
Hearts made out of stone
Lies under our skin.
Everyone of us.
We kill ourselves.
Then we kill our friends.
We loose everything
Oh no,
I did it again.
just sweet irony,
swept under the bridge.
Oh no,
I did it again.
I thought of you,
but more than a friend.
One of us is falling down now and falling apart.
I should have realized this from the very start.
One of us is falling down now and falling apart.
I should have realized this from the very start.
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
Or is this wasted?
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
Am I selfish?
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
Will I lie? Not at all.
No, no not at all.
No, no not at all.
I have seen it turn to dust,
then floating through the wind.
Still it runs through my veins now,
again.
Remember this time, because I am alive.
Hold it to your chest, till the day you die.
Are we speaking lies and sending home goodbyes?
No, no not at all.
No, no not at all.
No, no not at all.
Not at all.
Bloody footprints in the water.
Gaps of reality is old and grey,
Watch, wait, crush and push.
So I cut it apart, then threw it away.
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
Or is this wretched?
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
It’s all expanding
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
No, no not at all.
No, no not at all.
I have seen it turn to dust,
then floating through the wind.
Still it runs through my veins now,
again.
I have seen it turn to dust,
then floating through the wind.
Still it runs through my veins now,
again.
