Bridgette:
you're the small key to my heart
for the lock on a bridge at Paris
you're a stone at the same time for not feeling it
you're the small key to my passion
for the lock to build a broken bridge
you're a stone at the same time,
for breaking the dream
four years gone and we're still friends
am I not enough and here I am again pretending
that I'm not the key, but a stone
