歌词
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