By the sides of the same bridge
colapsing
Our hearts coliding,
wearing the same stich
fighting eachother to death
playing with suicide,
Taking on fate tonight
as if it is our last dance
on the chasm of pain,
As if it is the final chance
of two strangers lost in the bones
of eachother,
to meet their blood flowing
through the flesh bearing their name,
Under our tears's rain
here we are in this final howl of the wolf
in the forest of our beginning
beating in the hour of twelve,
By the soft sides
of the same reed bridge colapsing,
You holding me close to your chest
and I never realising how tight
I'm really holding you in my brains.