I've got a bridge for burning 'Cause now the tide is turning I've got a song with no lines I'm pretty sure they'll come with time I've got dark, twisted secrets in my rearview mirror And a future, great opportunities on the horizon All of the dirt has dried up and fallen away in the river And now all I have to do is keep my fingers on the wheel And keep my eyes on this foggy road This foggy road This foggy road This foggy road I've got a bridge for burning Even though I'm still learning A risk is essential these days If you ever want to change your ways I've got dark, twisted secrets in my rearview mirror I've got a future, great opportunities on the horizon All of the dirt has dried up and fallen away in the river And now all I have to do is keep my fingers on the wheel And keep my eyes on this foggy road This foggy road This foggy road This foggy road Sometimes the storm comes before the calm Sometimes it is too early before it is too late I've never been here before And don't you sound the alarm 'cause I won't do you no harm I've got a bridge for burning I've got a bridge for burning I've got a bridge for burning I've got a bridge for burning

Yeah, I met this bloke today He looked at me in a very strange way I did nothing, I smiled politely He st-st-stuttered over words he was trying to say And he gave me the evil eye Revealed the fangs behind his smile Oh my, a yellow grin never shone so wicked I wondered what is his problem? Is it my stupid hat or my annoying accent? I know that some people feel that way But this guy did not even give me chance I thought nothing of it But then the same thing happened to me the very next weekend What could it be? Yeah, I thought it was going well But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl Thought it was going swelli The awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell I suppose you can never tell To discover all the dark secrets, well, oh well I've got news for you, my son I ain't going anywhere I ain't going anywhere I met this prick today He laughed at me silently It seems there's quite a lot of these bitter people Thick as treacle, why don't you get it into your thick skull The hole in your heart will have to be filled elsewhere Is it even still worth filling? I know that you think that you've had it hard We've all got problems, fickle problems to deal with There any problems, problems always have solutions, easy Easy come, easy go Same old songs at a different show is all I know Or so you think Bitter boys, the feeling will dry Waiting for nothing on their own Building up meaningless resentment for something they can't understand My sympathy for your apathy Crybaby, maybe you will learn Whiskey won't save you now Chasing fairytale, bless your tortured soul Bless your tortured soul with muddy puddle water I'm sorry, lads Sorry, lads I ain't going anywhere

Just because I'm unstable doesn't mean I'm incapable It doesn't mean I'm not saveable All the boys say and all the girls say Don't you think you've had enough? I must be greedy, greedy Simply greedy in the grand old English way You seem to think that I'm arrogant But you don't see me behind closed doors Climbing the walls feeling so insignificant I know, I know I can get a little bit complacent All the boys say and all the girls say That guy thinks he's something else Maybe I'm timid and lately you're intimidating me Socially frigid in the grand old English way I fall from grace every single day Just so that you can't possibly hurt me I'm grinning in my own stupid little way 'Cause my smile disgusts you Get irrationally jealous, misguidedly zealous Overtly precious in the grand old English way

Bloody and broken. Guilty and selfish. Everybody slags you off now. Were you really meant for this? You can see their skin turn from radiant to grey. But the drugs cry… Won't you say you'll stay. At least stay for today. Boring conversation Change the music every minute Birds mocking you outside Close the blinds tight This is a self-righteous hymn at myself Still the drugs cry...