Mrs. Ruston, I survived the rest of your lifenUnaware, oblivious, you couldn't be down,nAnd now you're given out the combination codenAnd they knownnMrs. Ruston, time retired all the lightsnThe electric air expired with the night,nBut you're eyes are deep and cut through menHere in the afterglow -nWhat a shownnAnd she keeps sketching her dreamsnFrom the back of her mind into the souls of machinesnAn audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forgetnAnd these scenes, obviouslynThough I don't know what they saidnSomehow I know what they meannBut how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?nnMrs. Ruston, he was waiting there all alongnWhat a fool, but how could anyone think it wrongnTo wait, or hesitate from pushing you away,nIf you'd stay?nnAnd she keeps sketching her dreamsnFrom the back of her mind into the souls of machinesnAn audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forgetnAnd these scenes, obviouslynThough I don't know what they saidnSomehow I know what they meannBut how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?nnThe constellations falling slowly from the skynWith blurry edges through the tears that fill your eyesnYou'd like to catch them, but you're too afraid to try,n'Cause it might be worth the effortnBut it's just not worth the timennMrs. Ruston, life resides inside of the greynAnd every step reminds me what you saidnAbout losing touch with those you lovenAnd giving yourself awaynEvery daynnAnd she keeps sketching her dreamsnFrom the back of her mind into the souls of machinesnAn audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forgetnAnd these scenes, obviouslynThough I don't know what they saidnSomehow I know what they meannBut how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?nnWhen she keeps quiet and clean,nDespite the impact, in fact it's all that she needsnAs an ambulance screams a choir to silence the regrets,nThis one dream, evidently,nWas like a flashback trip that was stealing the scenenBut how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?