Bridget (Karaoke Version)

He Bridget

She takes a sip of her coffee in the morning
It's time to light her first filter cigarette
Her eyes are looking thoughtfully at the ceiling
Where smoke paints shady hazy pictures
Of strange old stories she likes to forget

C'mon Bridget let's pass the line of fire
I'll drive you to the future to join the angel choir
Songs will erase yesterday's footprints
They'll even take you higher
Though for me
It's gotta be a memory lane

She picks up the phone and listens to her mother
Who tells her how things are going with her old dad
With half an eye she looks at the TV
Where the president addresses the nation
Flanked by an interpreter
Who explains what was meant to be said

C'mon Bridget let's pass the line of fire
I'll drive you to the future to join the angel choir
Songs will erase yesterday's footprints
They'll even take you higher
Though for me
It's gotta be a memory lane

C'mon Bridget let's pass the line of fire
I'll drive you to the future to join the angel choir
Songs will erase yesterday's footprints
They'll even take you higher
Though for me
It's gotta be a memory lane

In honor of the caring loyalty you always maintained



Credits
Writer(s): Jeroen Claase
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