I didn´t want your steps To cross my path Because I didn´t want you To point your finger at me anymore My unhappy man Dreaming of the green, green grass But clutching at straws all around When you first opened your eyes The world was different And you believed in what you were told And it all seemed so natural Over the years Things kept changing And so did you But some things just stayed the same Bridge: Over me, over you The fights we had Nothing better to do Over me, over you Always the same Nothing new All the whys and lies Are getting clearer Although you never realized what you had And kept on losing it The glass of wine on the table Is yours, my friend You claim it´s bitter-sweet But you know it´s only bitter Here, for all of us