Walking underneath a bridge, one he should've recognized
He saw bridges crumbling in the darkening skies
And although a thousand memories had passed in the streams
Tears streamed as he remembered Caroline

He worked on cars, she left in one
He'd internalized what his lust had done
He left his job when he found out she had died
But they weren't done
He loved the craft, what he worked for
Then every tire screech only made him miss her more
He left his job, he left his house
Build a fire along the riverside
A fire along the riverside

Walking back to his sleeping bag, one not so warm anymore
The night sky stars feel down into his freezing hand
What little warmth they could provide could not erase the time he'd died inside
He put out his fire in tribute to Caroline

He worked on cars, she left in one
He'd internalized what his lust had done
He left his job when he found out she had died
But they weren't done
He loved the craft, what he worked for
Then every tire screech only made him miss her more
He left his job, he left his house
Build a fire along the riverside
A fire along the riverside

He dreams of her, if he dreams at all
But dreaming in blackness is hardest of all
Nothing worse than being awake when the stars have gone to bed
And she infests his head
She infests his head
She infests his head

A version of the ages, for the ages
Holding on to the bars of past cages
Looking out, as death looks in
A version of the ages, for the ages
Holding on to the bars of past cages
Looking out, as death looks in
A version of the ages, for the ages
Holding on to the bars of past cages
Looking out, as death looks in
A version of the ages, for the ages
Holding on to the bars of past cages
Looking out, as death looks in