Verse 1:
Bet you’d like to know, what she’s thinking about at night
when nobody in her world will even speak
And wouldn’t it be nice if you could come to understand
Why she set the bar to high for you to reach
Bet you’d like to show, all your family and friends
how to hold an end up without any help
And wouldn’t you be wise to not think about our time
as if it led to a better part of yourself
Chorus:
Oooh, oooh, ooh
And all this washes under a fallen bridge
Oooh, oooh, ooh
Our things tell the story of what we did
Verse 2:
Bet you’d like to know, about the hand you were dealt
and why the cards seem stacked for everybody that you play
And wouldn’t it be nice, if you could thumb the scale just some
and tip the odds back over to your side for the day
Bet you’d like to show, that you learned your lesson quick
and your new way is full and rich in every way
And wouldn’t you be wise, to line up all your lies
so you don’t lose track and force yourself to pay
Chorus:
Oooh, oooh, ooh
And all this washes under a fallen bridge
Oooh, oooh, ooh
Our things tell the story of what we did
Verse 3:
Bet you’d like to know, how I’m gettin to sleep at night
and if I’m waking to the sound of a subtle sigh
Wouldn’t it be nice, if you could get to sleep before
you hurt the ones you prize
Bet you’d like to show, all the neighbors on your street
that you come and go like the oceans lonely tides
Shouldn’t you be wise, and lock your doors and windows tight
to protect the little you still got on your side
Chorus:
Oooh, oooh, ooh
And all this washes under a fallen bridge
Oooh, oooh, ooh
Our things tell the story of what we did
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