Bridge - Lyrics - Page France

There's a narrow bridge that leads me to your door Between the apple trees and poison leaves that form Around my shoulders as they toss me back and forth They bring me pleasure and they always keep me Warm Warm There's a cashman There are quick cures There are taste tests There are trashwhores There is numbness There is feeling There is sickness There is healing And I'm halfway to you But I'm taking a break Where I walk with a limp And I sleep with mistakes And I blow up my lungs With the air that I need And my dreams I'm on knees And I'm washing your feet With my hair And I'm a bridge with all of my addictions All of my addictions All of my addictions And I'm a bridge with all of my addictions All of my addictions All of my addictions There are sunbeams There are dark clouds There are voices There are no sounds And I'm stable So you want me Yes I'm stable While you want me And I'm upright While you're downsized While you're downsized I am upright I'm the cashman You're the quick cure You're the taste test And I'm the trashwhore And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real As you are Are