Have you ever walked across a bridge and found that a pair of lovers have engraved their names onto a padlock and fastened it onto the fence surrounding the walkway, as a symbol of their everlasting love?
I see this regularly whilst commuting by foot across the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
It’s all well and good that they do this… but have they ever stopped to think about what will happen the day the council worker comes along with a set of boltcutters and snaps away at their love?
A young man
His sleeve without a guard
Validating all he’s ever known
A young girl
She waves a kindred arm
Letters on the lock she draws
The young man
Strengthening their source
Couples firm their talismanic crown
The young girl
Her cheek a crimson rose
Pressed against his supple jaw
I’m a boltsnapper
Yeah, a boltsnapper
The young man
Aware not of the part
To tackle, crash and leave a foolish boy
The young girl
Survival in this picture perfect world
Will last not long
I’m a boltsnapper
Yeah, a boltsnapper
Glisten in the wildest faces
Nonbelievers, fight the tension…
Don’t snap that bolt
Glisten in the wildest faces
Nonbeliever’s intervention…
Don’t snap that bolt
