Walk Me to the Bridge

So you tell me man is an island Stuck between sanity and asylum When the words you use won't work or fit They just hang around and always miss Retrace your steps again and again Your strength and virtue now coming to an end This purgatory, this const

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,