Burning Bridges

Visions they're dancing like puppets on strings

Wait for the face in the choir to sing

Cymbals and symbols you clang in my ear

While rainclouds burst out into tears

Burning your bridges on God's Holy Fire

And all of the children you sire

Over and over my blues start to roll

Bypass my body head straight for my soul

While speeches ain't silent and silence ain't gold

When left in the dirt there to mould

Burning your bridges on God's Holy Fire

And all of, all of the children you sire

Rainwater preachers hang vines on the road

Lamplight reflections all turned into stone

Of tall handsome strangers who pray down their nose

And they're nailed to the cross, I suppose

Burning your bridges on God's Holy Fire

And all the children you sire