cold rod you're my Little Godfine plot but a little odd
scapegoat with no time
and no bridges left to burn

sweet rhymes never stop
sisters of a melting top
in the year of running after
the shape of things that are gone

Slices of a new frontier
Calling for the engineer
Drowning in a pool of beer
with no bridges left to burn

I feel like streetcar
without parking space
broker with a poker face
can you still smile at a lost trial
with no bridges left to burn