And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed, But I feel so close to everything that we lost.

i see you standing on the other side; I don't know how the river got so wide. I loved you baby, way back when. And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost, We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again

Visualize a scene with two abstract human silhouettes positioned on opposite sides of a wide, roiling river. Behind them, as if in their memories, ghostly images of past events: laughter, shared adventures, intimacy. In the background, almost superimposed over the river, faint images of burning bridges ...