Cross the bridge,
no turning back,
pick up the pieces
pick up the slack
search for all that is missing,
for all that you lack
pick up the shattered pieces
of your heart before ot cracks
i set my love for you on the table
and let you take it in
breathe the scent of it,
feel how it feels,
so unbelieviably surreal
the bridge is breaking
wishing you can turn back
you left some pieces,
left the slack
now you are missing
you can't turn back