Bridle

(альбом: A Healthy Distrust - 2005)

Maze broken
She's running
Feet swollen
He's coming
She's stolen
And before he even knows it she's gone.
Tea cups sitting on the hollow tree stumps
He's dumped, and can't seem to swallow these lumps
The beat goes on…

Same fire
New passion
Old flame
Trade it in for a summer fling
There's nothing like that sweet old song…

Tip over
Root the trees
Bend the leaves
Blend in with the open wound
The freeze frames keep him warm…

The day's frost is scraped off the weight loss
The new sign that says keep off
As he speeds off into the storm…

Out of spite the lighting strikes him twice
He's peeking out on the pike and cheatin life
Peeling out on the lawn

Now he's idling
His time is dwindling
In his mind he's figuring out life's about the little things
And his labyrinth
And all his magnificence can only keep the mice trapped
The princess is innocent
She doesn't belong…

(I never thought I'd miss you)
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall…
She stopped to think for a minute, and in a split second went AWOL.
(I never thought I'd miss you)
He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn

He's pulling on the reigns, the bridle, the shower the storm
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war…
The reigns, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, high tower, clouds are at war
The reigns, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war...

I never thought I'd miss you – [repeat 3x]