We yearned to treat each other like we ought to,
We wanted to believe we have it all
To hold the bridge and never let it fall.
But through the storm this bridge we cannot pass,
And angry river's separating us,
But we all know, the clouds will disappear,
And bridge will help us to get ever near.
Our bridge - it might not always be of use,
And where you'll go, you're always free to choose.
But even if you don't want to return,
You'd better never leave the bridges burn.