Song Length |
3:17 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Lyrics
On the Bridge
Down a stream from a rusty pipe
I?m On the Bridge
Foam is draining out stuttered sighs
I slide like a subterranean type
Wandering, wondering why
My baby don?t love me like he used to do
My baby don?t love me
A trickle slips down the middle
To somewhere deep
It can be hard to sit still
With the cool, cool company I keep
Wandering, wondering why
My baby don?t love me like he used to do
My baby don?t love me