I guess I fell off
the earth again.
It seems gravity lets go of me every now and then.
What do you see on the back of your eyelids?
When you close your eyes?
In the air, in the
undisturbed dark, it's sometimes easier to see.
If you've been with me,
the bridges I need to burn light the way.
I read somewhere that interplanetary dust
particles find themselves between the end
of one star's lifetime and the beginning
of the formation of a new solar system.
I'm sorry,
but I can't stay.
The bridges I burn light the way.
I'm sorry,
but I can't stay.
The bridges I burn light the way.
The earth casts its shadow into space.
While you close your eyes,
and I wonder what secrets you keep in the lines of your face.
I guess we're
both
beautifully broken in our own ways.
I'm sorry,
but I can't stay.
The bridges I burn light the way.
I'm sorry,
but I can't
stay.
The bridges I burn light the way.