by tyler stenson © 2012 — ASCAP
I was tired of always tasting
All of that dust you were kicking up—
I just never liked how it looked
Upon my white skin.
Oh, I swear (and I would testify)
That you just love the run around…
Baby, why build a bridge
If you’re just going to burn it down?
Bind me not to the velvet of your gown.
Chain me not to your grounds.
Set me free—
But may your answers long leave you bound;
Baby, why build a bridge
If you’re just going to burn it down?
There are reasons to believe
That I am enough for anyone
And that the Arsonist in you
Is just a cold heart trying to get warm.
So, while you’re building fires that burn like Hell,
Hallelujah! I’ve been lost and found…
Baby, why build a bridge
If you’re just going to burn it down?
Bind me not to the velvet of your gown.
Chain me not to your grounds.
Set me free—
But may your answers long leave you bound;
Baby, why build a bridge
If you’re just going to burn it down?
Little bit by little bit
My nerve is starting to turn
So, it won’t be long now
Until I’m the one that lights
That bridge’s burn
And it’ll light up
Like that orange Western sky on the Fourth of July
Or like a comet tail that finally found its stride—
Cause I’ve been a pawn for way too long
And now, I’m proud traitor to your crown—
Baby, why build a bridge
If you’re just going to burn it down?
Bind me not to the velvet of your gown.
Chain me not to your grounds.
Set me free—
But may your answers long leave you bound;
Baby, why build a bridge
If you’re just going to burn it down?