We all know that it must come to an end Happy or sad, my dearest friend There's nothing easy 'bout this So won't you blow me off with a kiss Keep your hands steady There will be hell to pay And fire when ready And we have nothing more to say Memories triggered by the bell The sound of white just as he fell But memories tend to haunt you There's some things that you can't get used to Bridges on fire And now we have nowhere to go What use to inspire are Long ago and far away So keep your hands steady There will be hell to pay And fire when ready And there'll be nothing more to say Our bridges on fire And now we have nowhere to go What use to inspire are