Walking home
on my own
A little bit faded
and a little bit jaded
The light comes from the street lights,
they cut right through my soul
Find me across the bridge and leave it burning
Sometimes the light from the bridge you burn,
light the way back home
A story never to be to told
Touch the flames, let the embers die
Now I lie in the ashes, let the light die out
again
Sometimes the light from the bridge you burn,
light the way back home
A story never to be to told
Touch the flames, let the embers die
Now I lie in the ashes, let the light die out
again
Walking home
on my own
A little bit faded
and a little bit jaded
The light comes from the street lights,
they cut right through my soul
Find me across the bridge and leave it burning.
Sometimes the light from the bridge you burn,
light the way back home
A story never to be to told
Touch the flames, let the embers die
Now I lie in the ashes, let the light die out
again
Sometimes the light from the bridge you burn,
light the way back home
A story never to be to told
Touch the flames, let the embers die
Now I lie in the ashes, let the light die out-