We built the bridges (brace for the crash) We built the bridges We now sleep under We frame the door ways We may not pass through The very same roads That we now wander Who once you pass us by on We paved with our bare hands

I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe Let that ass drop, like my '64 I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

And I got mine (Traditional) (C) - (F) - (G) - (Am) (C) And I went down to a big crap game, 'Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will. I lost every doggone nickel I had But a (G) greenback dollar bill. (C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor My (F) buddy's

It's just the lights coming on It's so easy to set off The molecules and the caplets They all have something against me Nothing I do makes me feel different This one's like your sister's best friends In a bath calling you to join them Can't avoid them

You're the only one who really knew me at all So take a look at me now Well there's just an empty space And there's nothing left here to remind me Just the memory of your face How can I just let you walk away, Just let you leave without a trace? When I

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

Through chaos as it swirls It's us against the world Just erodes us in the rain Oh morning come bursting, the clouds amen Lift off this blindfold, let me see again Bring back the water, let your ships roll in In my heart she left a hole The tightrope

Do you still believe in all the things That you stood by before? I hope they're on the front lines Or at home keeping score Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate Or would you rather be the architect Of what we might create? Are

We venture through time blind, running hands against the walls Sweeping barricades red with rust Quiet this mind abandoned fields of thought Searching for meaning, wandering in opaque Closing my eyes, and let the color in Quiet this mind ignite these