Bridge - 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

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