Bridges (Live)

The furrowed bed of sand worries again

As it had before waves left the land

For the falling tide leaves the child weeping alone

He's letting go of the anchor and all the lines

Waiting for the fingers of the grey wave

Or his mother's hand to roll over him with endless water 10000 bridges

Show me father

Now I'm older now much older

And this wave can take me out to sea

I feel the pull beneath my feet

But I can see her she is calling

I can feel her there

I can feel her there waiting for the fingers of the grey wave

Or his mother's hand to roll over him with endless water 10000 bridges

Show me father