There is fog over the Brookelyn Bridge tonight.
Listen and you can hear her breathing.
She's afraid to see the smoke clearing.
What realities of the day are nearing?
There is a fog over my Brookelyn Bridge tonight.
She trembles in terror.
Earthquakes shake her to her structure but she will never fall.
She just goes with how the Earth moves her.
I know my Brookelyn is strong.
But I'm afraid she'll lose it all.
There is a fog over Brookelyn Bridge tonight.
She's scared, I am too.
Her heart has the impression of many peoples' footprints.
Hold on to the railings, don't slip into the deep.
Break threw the fog tonight,
Baby girl I need to know your OK, before I go to sleep..
You can't leave me in the world alone.
Brookelyn Bridge, only you will understand.
The sun and the moon, streaked on our faces.
It is beautiful how our cheekbones touch, like an Indian painting of the sky.
We fit together, though we look very different.
Were not that different at all.
There is a fog over the Brookelyn Bridge tonight,
I know I have spelled it differently.
That is what I call my world.
My Brookelyn Bridge I will love forever.
And I as I close my eyes I can see her face; glowing like the lights strung in the night sky,
Just as if I am staring about at the bridge just beyond my window.
There is a fog over my Brookelyn Bridge tonight,
I'm just waiting for you to come back home to the light.
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