Green Bridge

Meet me down at the green bridge, baby
Lean me up against the sun bleached wood
Hold me long, and kiss me good
I know the moonlight’s not your style
But stay on the bridge a while

Let’s go to the place where we first kissed
Where childhood and secrets still exist
Where weapons are words
And ignorance bliss
And knives are for carving initials with
Down on the old green bridge

Police helicopters hovering overhead
The bad guys are on the prowl I guess
Hold my head against your chest
Drown the sounds of the city life
Just lovers on the bridge tonight

Lets go to the place where we first kissed
Where childhood and secrets still exist
Where weapons are words and ignorance bliss
And knives are for carving initials with
Down on the old green bridge