Bronze and Wood

Bronze and wood
same old leather stool
you know lady went and broke
the golden rule
coloured lights
dance in the late show rain
and I don’t kid myself, I know the drink ain’t for the hurt
it’s only for the pain

after the fall
that comes after the fall
after the fall, when love takes time
and time takes courage
to shine when love isn’t new

but it’s easy to be blue
you feel so alive
even if the part about the battered heart
is just some jive
though the matter seems to be an act of fate
you had to stop if you were ever gonna start again
and the truth is, you just can’t wait

for the fall
once again to fall
for all those eyes and all those hands
all those strangers and the instant when the rush
begins again

so ain’t it really kind of nice
to have a broken heart
i mean, let’s be honest here, we’ve all played the part
a little time to self destruct before you rise anew
no need to ask if love was even real
before you do what you will do

fall again
and again and again
and again and again
all you really want to do is fall
all there is for you
is the fall