Your bridges burn so very bright
Retina burn in the clear black night
Say when
Your bridges burn so very bright
Pedal to the metal, hold on tight
Say when
The lawns that looked so green from across the way
Have been scorched brown
Don't look down
Nostalgia chokes you as you sing the old refrain
Can't stand the sound
Don't look down
It gnaws at your skull
Your senses dull
It sears your throat
Always gets your vote