Texty: Mark Olson. Clifton Bridge.

Daylight, comes a sound
We walked across Clifton Bridge
Which way would it be, up or down?
We laid our cards on the table

I woke up before the sun
Which way is the way
Between the heart and the soul
You spoke with my words tangled up inside

Some people come here to die
We came here to live
There?s a hope in our hearts
There?s a future in our souls

Some people came here to die
We came here to live
There?s a hope in our hearts
There?s a future in our souls

We both have tragedy
In our youth I met your brother and sister
They stood by me in the ring
Your green eyes in the sun

Some people come here to die
We came here to live
There?s a hope in our hearts
There?s a future in our souls

Some people came here to die
We came here to live
There?s a hope in our hearts
There?s a future in our souls

Some people come here to die
We came here to live
There?s a hope in our hearts
There?s a future in our souls

Some people came here to die
We came here to live
There?s a hope in our hearts
There?s a future in our souls
There?s a future in our souls
There?s a future in our souls

Daylight, comes a sound
We walked across Clifton Bridge
Which way would be, up or down?