Blood Under the Bridge

Someday your brain will catch up to your body
And I'll find the bones to make me think this is funny
I'm not laughing yet
Someday we'll find the time for being gentle
We'll let go and let fall all the faulty things we've assembled
With wooden nickels and wooden teeth
We're not laughing yet
How can you pay for what you eat?
For what you, you eat
For what you, you eat

Blood under the bridge
Blood under the bridge

Happiness is a warm body in your bed
You put the gun to your own head
And I call your bluff
And it's a tough love with tender skin
It's a darkroom with too much light within

I know it's hard to cut that umbilical cord
I know it's hard to cut that umbilical cord
I know it's hard to cut that umbilical cord