Текст песни Walk Me to the Bridge (Live from Ancienne Belgique, Brussels) - Manic Street Preachers

Driving slowly to the bridge
With nothing left that we can give
We smile at this ugly world
It never really suited you
Old songs leave long shadows
Makes you shut down all your emotions
Money needs money and slums need the poor
Curled like an animal, lying on the floor
Curled like an animal, lying on the floor
So long, my fatal friend
I don't need this
The sky so clear, the different view
I rarely dream unless it's true
Confusion or master plan
Deceived by the rest, we still have to run
The roads never end, the motion starts
Reality gives no romance
"Take me to the bridge" had another meaning
Singing it loud at the indie disco
Singing it loud at the indie disco
So long, my fatal friend
I don't need this to end
I reimagine the steps you took
Still blinded by your intellect
Walk me to the bridge
Walk me to the bridge
So long, my faithful friend
I don't need this
Walk me to the bridge
Walk me to the bridge
So long, my fatal friend
I don't need this to end
I reimagine the steps you took
Still blinded by your intellect
Walk me to the bridge
Walk me to the bridge
So long, my fatal friend
I don't need this