Burn The Bridges by The Sick Bags Lyrics

Saturdays are dark unlike they used to be
Cold winter showed it’s face a little early
And i sit and wait, for something to
Cherish a memory

Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind
Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind

Saturdays are dark when the sky meets the ocean
Waves become blurry as i loose my devotion
Now i walk and die
For something to cherish a melody

Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind
Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind