Burning Bridges
MATT MCANDREW · View Of The Pines 2014 · Track 05 of 08
Written by Matt McAndrew
In New Jersey I burn bridges And I'm drowning in the stupid things we said Well, in New Jersey I burn bridges And I'm drowning in the stupid things we said Well don't tell me I'm the only one who told you you're not any good in bed
Your affection is an inside joke Your portrait is a whispered love affair Your affection is an inside joke Your portrait is a whispered love affair And don't you know your watch is slow? I can see your frozen faces from my chair
Well, this used to be a place where I could picture myself growing old with you This used to be a place where I could picture myself growing old with you Well, we could live out on the beach in a million dollar mansion built for two
And we could fall in love Fall in love Fall in love
Philadelphia sits with poets And she smiles with the aristocracy Philadelphia sits with poets She smiles with the aristocracy She keeps my eyes in a camera and hangs my tattoos in a gallery
There's a girl inside the parlor and she listens while the tears rush in her eyes There's a girl inside the parlor and she listens while the tears rush in her eyes Her hair is light and golden like California sun and bright blue skies
And we could fall in love Fall in love And we could fall in love In love