A Bridge
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A Bridge Lyrics
[00:42.55] I peer over the edge
[00:44.19] Đown to the rocky cove
[00:45.13] Where the waves swell
[00:46.95] And bob in a cycle of
[00:48.27] Motion. The air is cold
[00:50.61] And wet and seems to
[00:52.15] Reach the space between
[00:53.45] My body and my soul
[00:56.04] Preaching some type of
[00:57.38] Knowledge that is gained
[00:58.44] Through the passing of
[00:59.50] Distance. I open a bottle
[01:02.32] Of wine, lean back on a
[01:04.15] Stone and let my feet
[01:05.48] Hang off the cliff wall
[01:08.06] It's the summer solstice
[01:09.34] And I'm looking for meaning
[01:46.53] I see a white rock that
[01:47.89] Seems to have a voice
[01:49.95] That is to say, a way of
[01:51.26] Speaking to me. I wrap
[01:53.57] It in cloth then put it
[01:54.92] In my bag. I look up at
[01:57.21] The moon, pour some wine
[01:58.51] On the ground and say
[02:00.64] "Just as these waves are
[02:02.16] Your heartbeat, surely
[02:03.93] This wind is your breath."
[02:07.33] I sit and wonder how much
[02:08.64] Time and space lay between
[02:10.22] Myself and the last to have
[02:12.07] Felt it pass by
[02:18.03] I wonder where it is now
[02:26.74] It's nearly midnight but
[02:28.23] This far north its still
[02:29.59] A bit light out. I stand
[02:31.65] Up and pour the rest of
[02:32.79] The bottle off the cliff
[02:35.34] The wind scatters the
[02:36.39] Wine into a red mist as
[02:38.17] It falls in slow motion
[02:40.58] Disappearing into a
[02:41.89] Fog of ocean
[02:44.10] "It's the edge of the world,"
[02:46.23] I say to the stone wrapped
[02:47.57] In cloth, though I know
[02:50.36] This water is no longer
[02:51.47] A gate keeper but a bridge
[02:57.62]
[00:44.19] Đown to the rocky cove
[00:45.13] Where the waves swell
[00:46.95] And bob in a cycle of
[00:48.27] Motion. The air is cold
[00:50.61] And wet and seems to
[00:52.15] Reach the space between
[00:53.45] My body and my soul
[00:56.04] Preaching some type of
[00:57.38] Knowledge that is gained
[00:58.44] Through the passing of
[00:59.50] Distance. I open a bottle
[01:02.32] Of wine, lean back on a
[01:04.15] Stone and let my feet
[01:05.48] Hang off the cliff wall
[01:08.06] It's the summer solstice
[01:09.34] And I'm looking for meaning
[01:46.53] I see a white rock that
[01:47.89] Seems to have a voice
[01:49.95] That is to say, a way of
[01:51.26] Speaking to me. I wrap
[01:53.57] It in cloth then put it
[01:54.92] In my bag. I look up at
[01:57.21] The moon, pour some wine
[01:58.51] On the ground and say
[02:00.64] "Just as these waves are
[02:02.16] Your heartbeat, surely
[02:03.93] This wind is your breath."
[02:07.33] I sit and wonder how much
[02:08.64] Time and space lay between
[02:10.22] Myself and the last to have
[02:12.07] Felt it pass by
[02:18.03] I wonder where it is now
[02:26.74] It's nearly midnight but
[02:28.23] This far north its still
[02:29.59] A bit light out. I stand
[02:31.65] Up and pour the rest of
[02:32.79] The bottle off the cliff
[02:35.34] The wind scatters the
[02:36.39] Wine into a red mist as
[02:38.17] It falls in slow motion
[02:40.58] Disappearing into a
[02:41.89] Fog of ocean
[02:44.10] "It's the edge of the world,"
[02:46.23] I say to the stone wrapped
[02:47.57] In cloth, though I know
[02:50.36] This water is no longer
[02:51.47] A gate keeper but a bridge
[02:57.62]