The bridge between you heart and mine,
Is only growing farther,
And I have tried to tell you,
But the conversation's always a non starter.
If you won't talk to me about it,
I don't know how I can change it.
I wish we could go back in time,
Or, at least, rearrange it.
I'd go to when our bridge was short,
Our hearts were practically one,
And skip all of the ugly parts,
Where that love comes undone.