Testo Intro

We turn to the street
the pavements our water. (sing)
Oh-no
The night is still young
and calling it old is so cruel
Advantage is gone
from our lover's faces turned stern.
Oh-no But may the sunrise give us rest from our shaking.
Well we're burning bridges so early, early.
We're burning bridges so early, early.
We're burning bridges so early, early.
Don't let the salt-water fill the back of our lungs