Mark Seymour Little Bridges
Some people talk and some people do
There are two kinds of ways to pass the time
I heard through a door a conversation
I heard your voice I heard a name and it was mine
And the picture that you painted was black and white
There were no shining lights or shades of grey
You made me sound like I was a stranger
I should have turned and closed the door and walked away
Do you dream of a place that is safe and warm?
Where your enemies have all gone
Vanity has been lifted
It's time to burn your little bridges and move on
Sometimes you have to walk sometimes you can't go back
No matter how much you love to picture truth
Every action that you take speaks louder
And the friend you used to trust is about to lose
Do you dream of a place that is safe and warm?
Where your enemies have all gone
Vanity has been lifted
It's time to burn your little bridges and move on
Do you take great comfort in believing
All the things you think I am that you are not
Does it boot safe distance between us?
Was it something that I said that I forgot?
Do you dream of a place that is safe and warm?
Where your enemies have all gone?
Vanity has been lifted
It's time to burn your little bridges and move on
