Bridges In The Sky

He n' her, they reunite
through the bridges in the sky
linkin' them to each other.

There's a lover in the grass.
Water gathers on his brow.
Now I think I know why
he's been staring at the sky,
making bridges.

Making bridges
Making bridges

Making Bridges.

Trials resume in the heavens.
Stars shoot themselves and die.
A shooting star rips the night.
All the comets do is fight
their dusty destiny.

In constellations that he sees
are some hidden prophecies.
Seasons wear another gown.
Silver linings of the clouds
corrode away with time.

Bridges break in the sky,
get rusted in the hours of tears.
He breathes a breath,
and he sighs,
making bridges in the sky.
Making bridges

making bridges