For those who don't haven't lived through the murderous incompetence of England during the last decade, The Garden Bridge was a particularly shining example of a grift-ridden boondoggle that gave a lot of money to the private sector and never actually got built.
lyrics
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the bridge
A single flower bloomed
They swept it away, with the rubbish next day
Was forgotten by the noon
The next night there were a dozen more
The flowers bloom on London Bridge
You can cross the river through gardens
Of the lost and the gone
As the petals all fall one by one
in to the water.
With no grave to mark
And no love to win
They grow there in the dark
With nothing to say
And nowhere to go
No-one knows just where they all came from
Everyone knows just where they came from
The flowers bloom on London Bridge
You can cross the river through gardens
Of the lost and the gone
As the petals all fall one by one
in to the water
Everyone knows, just why they grow
And no-one forgets, no-one will forgive you
The flowers bloom on London Bridge
You can cross the river through gardens
Of the lost and the gone
As the petals all fall one by one
in to the water
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