DESSA:
you can carry a torch,
or you can bury the hatchet
but love is less a game
and more like playing with matches.
good looks and bad habits
they run like jack rabbits
old flames they flare back again
proving that old adage
burn me once, burn me twice
then come back over with roses in one hand, one hand still on ice.
guess our history’s a skipping disc
it scratches, catches, then repeats
but i’m bound to make that needle jump,
this cut’s been played to pieces
got a plan, got a steel nerve
got a pretty steady hand and i heard
little trouble with a man, better dead it while you can
if he wants it let him have that last word.
all i need is steel, and flint, some luck and a dark night,
all they’ll see and hear is click, then whoosh, then a bright light

light in the water
heat in the darkness
the neighborhood kids wanna know how it started
they ask if i know what it is and i certainly do
it's a bridge and it's burning for you

P-TEK:
remember way back?
back when the porchlight worked?
back when the torch I burned
was wrapped in the clothes I'd worn
and lit with a fortnight worth
of broke lighters
(yeah?)
and of course I would've more than liked to make it work
but then that lightbulb papped its final flash
and I was burnt
remember we picked a new bulb up
but couldn't get the fixture open?
now here's to hopin' most sincerely that it isn't broken
it is?
well here's a token to the little moments
stick to the plan and live with abandon
keep on building a bridge to nowhere
your scent is on my shirt again
it's a perverse encouragement
a fertile blend
of herbal essences the hem of your skirt I guess
just never'll let me rest
inconsiderate urges
intimate burdens
better I burn my house down
than risk the insurance
better I kill this cricket
just in case he's my conscience
better I burn this bridge
before you can make me cross it
we fire walked together
on again off again
promise
next time you see a spark in the darkness
you'll think of your moth
and often

DESSA:
light in the water
heat in the darkness
the neighborhood kids wanna know how it started
they ask if i know what it is and i certainly do
it's a bridge and it's burning for you

P-TEK:
i knew a girl once
i was crazy about this girl
was lazy and maybe fading i made her do all the
work
oh baby i was a baby and lately i've been a
jerk
been breakin' these hearts so daily it feels like goin' to
work
and i'm facin' the disdain for the changes that i've
endured
oh maybe i shoulda stayed and then maybe it woulda
worked
but i'm grateful for all the pain and i'm grateful for all the
hurt
i'm just sorry if i complained and i'm sorry i made it
worse
and I'm sorry I made you be the one to make it burn
wait your turn

the thing with bridges is they burn.