There are some bridges that burn Beyond recognition beyond repair There are some forces that turn Beyond recollection beyond my stare When I feel the cold in the dark
Long ago I was a woman in pain Long ago I did not understand When I feel the cold in the dark
I will crawl through my past Over stones blood and glass
I know your heart has held its own fear In my heart it's the screaming I hear I won't let them come near When I feel the cold in the dark
I will crawl through my past Over stones blood and glass
I will carry it down to the waterside Of wings that come beating When I feel the cold in the dark
I will crawl through my past Over stones blood and glass
I must first learn to feel More from Melissa Etheridge