Lyrics

Cold rod You're a little god Fine plot But a little odd Scapegoat With no time And no bridges left to burn Sweet rhymes Never stop Sisters Of a melting top In the year of Running after The shape of things That are gone Slices Of a new frontier Calling For the engineer Drowning In a pool of beer With no bridges left to burn I feel like a streetcar Without parking space Broker With a poker face Can you still smile At a lost trial With no bridges left to burn ?