Bridge
Jonah Tolchin
When your pride’s got a hold on you
And your mind’s made up
But your heart’s confused
And you might even think
That your love’s gone sour
So you sit and you wait
Hour after hour after hour
The choices we refuse
Are they a bridge or a wedge between us
The choices we refuse
Are they a bridge or a wedge between us
Sometimes it seems so hard to understand
But you might not know the thorn in your lover’s hand
And the pain that’s concealed is the pain that is most real
And if their thorn makes you bleed once or twice
Maybe you can both heal
The choices we refuse
Are they a bridge or a wedge between us
The choices we refuse
Are they a bridge or a wedge between us
The choices we refuse
Are they a bridge or a wedge between us
The choices we refuse
Are they a bridge or a wedge between us