The Bridge

This is an endless amount of elements
 Constructed out of math and other things that I barely understand
 And I stare from a coast with every intention
 To see another destination
 It's not about hate, and it's not about pain
 Just compelling waves of thought that seem to wash over your brain
 They're whispering:
 "Do the right thing or throw it all away"
 Well I just haven't decided if it's across the lake
 Or at the bottom of it
 That wind was something I'll never forget
 Every time I feel it move, I'm reminded
 It's not about love, and it's not about trust
 But being comfortable collapsing on the shores where you wash up
 They're whispering:
 "Do the right thing or throw it all away, away"
 All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul
 All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul
 All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul (I'll throw it all away)
 All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul (I'll throw it all)