LYRIC

You didn't know you couldn't stand
To watch it all slip through your hands
The wayward angel, your promised land, they've burnt to the ground
Stone drunk on Halloween, it shivers like some trick to me
When a call comes from your balcony
But no one's around

So pick your fight, break down the door
Endless nights, waging war against yourself on the bathroom floor spilling it out

Now I'm on the bed, my hair's undone
My face is wet, her face is worn
From empty years and bitter scorn, and a Victorian love
Now I don't wanna cause you grief
I don't wanna take the lead
Little girl, all I wanna see is you getting off

Clenching thirst and heavy breath
Naked as the night we met
You left it up to me I guess
But I'm slow on the draw

So while the poor boys sit lonesome at the last call
And the shy ones stare down at their toes
I'll make way for that woman
And the mean kingdom coming
I get tired walking these streets of gold
And I'll call her my Bridge City Rose
Yeah, I'll call her my Bridge City Rose

The garden on her windowsill
Her crystal moons and family stills
Jawbone treasures, beatnik thrills
And blood red mulled wine

The sweet hanging overhead
With books I bought but never read
Can I lay low here?
Can I stop instead?
And stay for awhile?

'Cause I can't remember the last time
I wasn't drawn in neon lights
Sat come drink up the water's fine
And the whiskey's half off

But before you find yourself torn between lovers
Or you're stuck wearing yesterday's clothes
Let's make way for that lady and her sweet spirit breaking
Fine glass against any old stone
Yeah, I called her my Bridge City Rose
Yeah, I called her my Bridge City Rose

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