A tall burning bridge was born
and the sky take to flame
and the words of a sermon
was the ground we had laid
A warm rolling wind came through
but that tall burning bridge came down
That burned from a spark to a pyre
You will understand me now
Like a vessel tossed on these waves
You put your hand on a river
I was the weed in the promised land
For when the salt is the wound
and the truth won't bend for the world
You will come to answer me