The Erskine Bridge

I thought I'd end up here, I even knew where to park the car.

I thought I'd drive out here, I even wrote a goodbye note

but I am so scared of exits, I cling like a coward to the railings

then silently scream at the traffic while the water indifferently flows

under the Erskine Bridge

I'm sorry for all the pain. I'm sorry for all of the heartbreak I caused you.

I didn't know myself or understand anything that I felt for you.

Too caught up in the water's indifference to everything we built above it,

The way it says: 'Any time I like, I could rise up and smash that bridge

And carry you all out to sea.'

And if i had loved you more, and if I had been content

with feeling safe and solid as bricks in a bridge it still would not be enough.

I am tired of feeling numb, like there's so much guilt and anger trapped inside

that there's nothing to do but jump, just to watch it all explode into the sky.

There is no escaping the sadness of love, the cruelty of love,

the violence, the cold cold water.

So I will be leaving but I won't go that way

because I don't believe in all these tall buildings.

They are not ours, we should tear them down.

Yes I will be leaving but I won't go that way

because if I don't do something I will always be here in the shadow of the Erskine Bridge.

The river has burst its banks, everything's floating away out to sea.

I am not scared.