Oh damn I wish that I were dead Sleeping somewhere else instead Absolutely non-existant, somewhere dark and distant Oh to be gone away from here to completely disappear From everywhere, but how would I Where's a person go to die? Suppose there's always bridges Indifferent, Cold and rigid The Brooklyn bridge would do the trick Fly away it would be quick Feeling barely touched but I love that bridge so much Cause everything's beautiful from there to see the world that way is rare The air's so clean, the tree's so green When I'm walking it seem peaceful even with all those people Cars go crazy underneath it all comes as some relief It would have to be some other bridge Different, cold and rigid An ugly one with no view, such a thing I never knew I like all bridges, indifferent, cold and rigid There's something about them besides I want to die And can't decide, and I've never seen an ugly bridge