On and Ontario Lyrics

Oh, the scene was macabre,
Two to the floor of the van
When we, reentering the state, passed a
[Bridge: whose architects were gods that left it,]
They left its rusted frame in the hands,
The failing hands of sinners.

And I rested my eyes for
The first time in weeks
While you lay there wondering
Would you ever sleep again?

Oh, and we spelled out disaster,
Cute, like a broken accent.
And drunk? I'm nothing of the sort, I just
Can't, can't seem to speak in tongues at the
Moment I'm the figure of all my travels,
A weary traveling suitcase.

Always the same nightmare.
Will we ever pause just
To allow this love to
Come remove its coat?