many times did you say, hey babe
I need a little more than this
Well, I guess I just wasn't listening
Wasn't listening to much of anything
Well, back to what I was saying then
Well, cracked glass runs across the
Pessimism starts and ends
Speaking for myself, that is,
cause I've got lots of it
What will it take for me to get over it?
Back to what I was saying then
Between you and I and all our kissing
And smell crack glass runs across
it's all water under the bridge
But the bridge is coming down anyway
We're so far our conversations,
they all end in the same way
it's all water under the bridge
But the bridge is coming down
And the short, far conversations
They are endless and eerie
With me complaining unfortu
driving around and feeling aimless
What's it gonna take for me
I've forgotten how to dream
it's all water under the bridge
But the bridge is coming down low
We're so far, our conversations,
they all end in the same way
It's our water under the bridge,
but the bridge is coming down
The chauffeur conversations,
they all end in the same way
With me complaining, unfortunately
