Walk Me To The Bridge
MANIC STREET PREACHERS · Futurology 2014 · Track 02 of 14
Written by James Dean Bradfield, Nicky Wire, Sean Moore
Driving slowly to the bridge With nothing left that we can give We smile at this ugly world It never really suited you
Old songs leave long shadows Makes you shut down all your emotions Money needs money, and slums need the poor Curled like an animal lying on the floor Curled like an animal lying on the floor
So long my fatal friend I don't need this
The sky's so clear, that different view I rarely dream unless it's true Confusion or master plan Deceived by the rest, you still have to run
The roads never end, the motion starts Reality gives no romance Take me to the bridge had another meaning Singing it loud at the indie disco Singing it loud at the indie disco
So long my fatal friend I don't mean this to end I re-imagine the steps you took Still blinded by your intellect
Walk me to the bridge Walk me to the bridge
So long my fatal friend I don't need this
Walk me to the bridge Walk me to the bridge
So long my fatal friend I don't mean this to end I re-imagine the steps you took Still blinded by your intellect