and the walls are filled with molasses
you said i looked real pretty by the frozen mississippi
the future felt fantastic
you stood watch in the hotel hall
it lit up our room like a waning moon
i wanna get lost over that bridge to la crosse
i could not leave it alone
as i looked through your phone
how could you send her flowers?
there's a bridge to la crosse
and my finger landed back home
if you're not willing then i'm not giving you my
i knew that you were gone
off that throne you put me on
i'm gonna get lost over that bridge from la crosse