With the twisting and turning of this bridge, the cold, icey wind blasting against my face, the fall on the right of me is over 100 feet down...
Can you imagine the fear inside of me?
Like a fireplace in my gut - aflame, aglow and burning right through me...through my soul.
Look at me, see me - what do you think of me now?

With the twisting and snowy road below me, in front of me I call out your name for guidance...
Surrounded by a moist darkness that stains my skin and my clothes.
Can you lead me or at least push me in the right direction?
Like the ashes floating in the air once the fire is extinguished - its cold, dark and floating blackness.
Look at me, see me - what do you think of me now?

Oh...Oh...Oh...I cry out to you.
No...No...No...I can hear the lady saying to the old man with the camel skin coat and black knit cap. On a foggy frozen fire dousing evening...Remember that day in the summer when we jumped into the crashing waves?

Falling now - hold me - grasp my hand and take me - take me home.
Look into my eyes, see me - what do you think of me now?