Bridges To Terabithia

Tell me where am I suppose to go

If everytime I dare to dream

or dare to fly

I'm always digging bloody

daggers in my spine

I'll bury you alive

Cause...

Everytime I contemplate

The art of love

We're armed with guns

I'm left stunned with a new start

Young lovers they only fall apart

Tell me how am I suppose to feel

If I know we will only leave this behind

Just because the winds they'll turn

And steal his eyes

We're all just passing by...

This concludes now

Cause...

Everytime I think about these times

They'll change dreams rearranged to

Suit the view we got ahead

Young lovers they dream instead