the bay

she clutches the steering wheel and takes a deep breath

another bridge to cross that won't be her last

she cracks the windows and yells at me to speak up

she saves herself from drowning and promises to make it through

it's just another song about a girl. it seems every one is about her

but she's angry they didn't write it for her

maybe it's the high heels, or the exercise that throws her off

but she belts out the next line like she never heard the last

this bridge can't seem to hold all the tension in this car

it sways from the voices that change from one moment to the next

"this isn't serious, this is just another conversation

so please don't take it as more, and please stop looking at the water"

well, i'd like to believe that, but it seems that we're sinking again

one after another, it can only get better to become worse again

she yells at my hand as it reaches for the radio

an innocent victim between us, i snap it back and pocket it

the toll that was payed to cross this bridge,

doesn't seem to encompass the ride that we've gotten

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i focus my eyes on the lines in the road

and the hum of the tires become sonnets that i can almost hear

the breeze plays through a symphony and my eyes a conductor

i follow the beams and make them my home

suddenly the car is jerked to the side

and it crashes through the wall like nothing inside

we floate through the air in this old dirty car

and sink as slowly as i can only help

the water rushes in through the cracks in the windows

surrounding my body like no one ever has

the car continues to sink but we don't move from our seats

we take in the tranquil peace of the sea... and move... and love

in a moment we drift out of our seats by ourselves

and swim to the surface as slowly as we can

and we would take a deep breath as we reached the air

and tread as we smiled at each other... for none... is gone

we'd reach for a kiss in the cold night air

but not notice the air, for we've made this love a home

a home to be warm by, a home to stop ships by

this is where i'd always like to be

in the middle of the ocean with my lover in hand...

or maybe just out of reach of the land

and maybe we'd laugh as we reached the shore

an ambulance there, or maybe a fire truck

we'd stare at the stars as they would drag the car out of the bay

and she wouldn't care, and would realize; she had nowhere to go...

and we'd fall asleep at the foot of the bridge

not even waiting for the sun to come, it can stay away

and the moon can glow over our heads as long as i can close my eyes

and lie next to this sweet little mess of hair and skin... and eyes

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but soon, it's fading...

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back to the car and i'm yelled at again

for creating this symphony with just the air

she pulls for my voice and asks for a sound

only to hear the first thing i think

which isn't much...

it isn't much...