Bridge City Rose
Whispers of Love Lost: Kyle Craft's Bridge City Rose Tale
Lyrics
You didn't know, you couldn't stand to watch it all slip through your hands
You were unaware and unable to endure as everything slipped away from your grasp.
The wayward angel, your promised land, they've burnt to the ground
The rebellious angel, your promised paradise, has been destroyed or ruined.
Stone-drunk on halloween, the shift is like some trick to me
Intoxicated on Halloween, the change feels like a deceptive illusion.
When a call comes from your balcony but no one's around
A call from your balcony, but no one is present.
So pick your fight, break down the door, endless nights waging war against yourself
Choose your battles, confront challenges, spending nights fighting against your own inner struggles.
on the bathroom floor, spilling it out
On the bathroom floor, pouring out emotions or struggles.
Now I'm on the bed, her hair's undone, my face is wet
Now lying on the bed, disheveled hair, wet face.
Her face is worn from empty years and bitter scorn and a Victorian love
Her face reflects weariness from years of emptiness and resentment, along with a Victorian-style love.
I don't wanna cause you grief and I don't wanna take the lead
Expressing reluctance to cause pain and avoiding taking the lead.
Hey little girl, all I wanna see is you getting off
Addressing someone affectionately, expressing the desire to witness their joy.
Clenching thirst and heavy breath, naked as the night we met
Describing physical sensations of desire and passion, recalling the first encounter.
You left it up to me I guess but I'm slow on the draw
The responsibility was left to the speaker, but they are slow to act.
So while the poor boys sit lonesome at the last call
While unfortunate individuals sit alone at the bar's closing time.
and the shy ones stare down at their toes
Shy individuals gaze down at their feet.
I'll make way for that woman and the mean kingdom coming
Making way for a significant woman and an impending powerful change.
I get tired walking these streets alone
Expressing weariness of walking the streets alone.
And I call her my Bridge City Rose, yeah, I'll call her my Bridge City Rose
Referring to the woman as "Bridge City Rose," a symbol of beauty or significance.
The garden on her windowsill, her crystal moons and family stills
Describing elements on her windowsill, reflecting her personal space.
jawbone treasures, beatnik thrills and blood-red mulled wine
Mentioning various items with sentimental value and experiences related to the woman.
The sweetgum hanging overhead, with books I bought but never read
Highlighting specific details in her surroundings.
Can I lay low here, can I stop instead and stay for a while?
Possibly seeking permission to stay for a while in her space.
'Cause I cant remember the last time I wasn't drawn in neon lights
Expressing a struggle with remembering a time not surrounded by the distractions of city lights.
Say come drink up the water's fine and the whiskey's half off
Inviting to enjoy the pleasant environment and discounted whiskey.
But before you find yourself torn between lovers
A warning or advice before finding oneself torn between conflicting emotions or situations.
or you're stuck wearing yesterday's clothes
Being stuck in the past or indecisive about moving forward.
Best make way for that lady and her sweet spirit breaking
Making way for a lady and her powerful, uplifting spirit.
Fine glass against any old stone
Suggesting resilience and strength against challenges.
Yeah I called her my Bridge City Rose, yeah, I called her my Bridge City Rose
Reaffirming the woman's significance by calling her "Bridge City Rose."
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