كلمات Bridge

When your pride’s got a hold on you And your mind’s made up But your heart’s confused And you might even think That your love’s gone sour So you sit and you wait Hour after hour after hour The choices we refuse Are they a bridge or a wedge between us The choices we refuse Are they a bridge or a wedge between us Sometimes it seems so hard to understand But you might not know the thorn in your lover’s hand And the pain that’s concealed is the pain that is most real And if their thorn makes you bleed once or twice Maybe you can both heal The choices we refuse Are they a bridge or a wedge between us The choices we refuse Are they a bridge or a wedge between us The choices we refuse Are they a bridge or a wedge between us The choices we refuse Are they a bridge or a wedge between us