I can see you, looking back, wondering what it is we've done.We had no choice but to set this fire. There's nothing left to do but run.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. Every story has to end.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. We'll never go back there again.Through the smoke I can see the old stone houses of my past.Where the day to day goes too slow and friends grow old too fast.Now that we are free at last our world can be anything.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. Every story has to end.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. We'll never go back there again.They can stop trying to break us down and wound our hard won pride.We can't make them believe in what we are deep down inside.If we didn't have to hide our world could be anything.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. We'll never go back there again.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. Every story has to end.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. We'll never go back there again.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. Every story has to end.The bridge is burning. The bridge is burning. We'll never go back there again.We'll never live that way again.