The Bridge - Thunder Dreamer

On the bridge my reflection haunts me

Of a world that might have been

A tale of good intentions

We took it all, left not a thing

Why am I here?

Why am I here?

Days turn to weeks

Oooh, oh

Hear them out, they call us in

Wait a minute, I have not sinned

They’ll put you up before the crooked law

It’s what we deserve after all

Why are you here?

Why are you here?

Months turn to years

Oooh, oh