I steal from the beggars' empty plate
Give to the fat man
I dance in the halls of the nearly insane
Pray to god
That is vacant againDark is the shadow filled with prejudice, no pride
Worn out and welcome, his truth birthing lies
A whisper now speaks what words use to say
Fallen from grace
Luster this wayBurning bridges is not my wayAnd while the rain keeps comin down
A rope of hopes to thin to climb
The night is closin in
We're down the bottom of the wellBurning bridges is not my wayBurning bridges is not my way
Burning bridges is not my way
