Slamming doors and burning bridges
they're pretty much the same
once it's done there's no turning back
life becomes a brand new game
The grass that's seen on the other side
though greener it may seem
still needs the same amount of tending
not like what was in your dream
Yeah the land of milk and honey
sure that's what you thought you saw
all things brand new within your view
through your gaze you're held in awe
Taking the step you claim your land
wait don't burn that bridge you just crossed
you slam that door from where you've been
it's all that could be lost
Things don't always work out the way you plan
sometimes you've just gotta retreat
and if you destroy your only pathway back
it's your demise that you could meet
So leave that doorway open
and keep that bridge intact
they could be quite useful in your future
and save you from being trapped
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
Slamming doors and burning bridges
they're pretty much the same
once it's done there's no turning back
life becomes a brand new game
The grass that's seen on the other side
though greener it may seem
still needs the same amount of tending
not like what was in your dream
Yeah the land of milk and honey
sure that's what you thought you saw
all things brand new within your view
through your gaze you're held in awe
Taking the step you claim your land
wait don't burn that bridge you just crossed
you slam that door from where you've been
it's all that could be lost
Things don't always work out the way you plan
sometimes you've just gotta retreat
and if you destroy your only pathway back
it's your demise that you could meet
So leave that doorway open
and keep that bridge intact
they could be quite useful in your future
and save you from being trapped
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