Walk Me to the Bridge (Live from Ancienne Belgique, Brussels)

Walk Me to the Bridge (Live from Ancienne Belgique, Brussels) - Manic Street Preachers

Written by：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 so clear the different view

I rarely dream unless it's true

Confusion or master plan

Deceived by the rest we 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

So long my fatal friend

I don't need this to end

I reimagine the steps you took

Still blinded by your intellect

Walk me to the bridge

Walk me to the bridge

So long my faithful friend

I don't need this

Walk me to the bridge

Walk me to the bridge

So long my fatal friend

I don't need this to end

I reimagine 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