Lyrics

The asphalt beneath my feet,
4 am i'm walking down the street.
Bridge is in my sight its all I need,
Tonight she is my mistress she’s my steed.
So begins the fight.
Mornings coming slowly there’s no light.
Take the journey, take the risk I might.
She’s my vessel into night.
And the drop goes...
But I can’t go
I don’t think so
Wind on my face,
Temperature and rain just set the pace.
Morning’s coming I think that’s the case,
Looking like the suns gonna win this race.
Losing my mind,
Taking stock of all the things I find.
Taking stock of things I leave behind,
Life is inconsistent undefined.
And the drop goes...
Written by: William Coffey
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