Brick Off A Bridge by Billy Falcon Lyrics

Don’t know where I stand with you
But I’ll stand anywhere that you want me to
I’m a brick off a bridge, a penny from the pocket
Of your thrift store jacket, a teardrop in your locket
Thought I had a grip, but I tasted your lips and I fell

Feather from a dove at the will of the wind
For these weightless seconds I hazard the end
To float like a dancer high over the cancer of being alone
Don’t know where I stand with you
But I’ll stand anywhere you want me to
I’m a brick off a bridge, a penny from the pocket
Of your thrift store jacket, a teardrop in your locket
Thought I had a grip, but I tasted your lips
And I fell down hard

A pause in your poem, a breathless sigh
A prayer asking too much, a spot that won’t dry
Dyin’ to fly

I’m a brick off a bridge, a penny from the pocket
Of your thrift store jacket, a teardrop in your locket
Thought I had a grip, but I tasted your lips
And I fell down hard, yes I fell down hard
I’m a brick off a bridge, a penny from the pocket
Of your thrift store jacket, a teardrop in your locket
Thought I had a grip, but I tasted your lips
And I fell down hard
Don’t know where I stand with you
But I’ll stand anywhere you want me to