3.25

He gave me a call at the foot of a cliff

To tell me he'd done it and he obviously lived

We were only 19, both scared and sick

Thinking love's like a locked jaw

I'm in a vice grip again.

 

He paid $3.25 to jump to his death

But the platform was crowded and so was his conscience

So he took the train back up to my place

Never been so glad to see such a sad face

But I'm in a vice grip again

 

The water under a burning bridge

Is stronger than the flame

And I feel the same

 

I guess all feelings die out eventually

Like a fight in the bar or a dream in the city

With big wig believers and high-rise achievers

Tearing the blue in the skyscrape the ether

Neither of us can deny

 

That it's true everything does die eventually

But it's not your time in a gown on a gurney

Can't stand in the doorway the rest of my life

But won't leave you now in the fluorescent lights

I'll wait til your new love arrives,

then I slip out the side

 

Cuz the water under a burning bridge

Is stronger than the flame

And I feel the same