Texty: Newsboys. In the Hands of God. The Upside.

It's been a long, long fall with nothing to intervene
When gravity does its thing we start wondering what it's for
Stuck in a cold, dark basement you're surely expecting more
But all you can see these days is four walls and a floor

Come up here
We're making our way to the upside
We're gonna stay on the upside
We'll trade our troubles for a room with a view

Come up here
We're making our way to the upside
A brand new day on the upside
The future's brighter than a sky full of blue

It's been a long, long fall, the Adam who would be King
When consequence does its thing we all want it like before
Nowhere to go, laid low like a dumpster diver
Like a submarine wreck scraping the bottom deck
Won't you, don't you pray there's something more?

Come up here
We're making our way to the upside
We're gonna stay on the upside
We'll trade our troubles for a room with a view

Come up here
We're making our way to the upside
A brand new day on the upside
The future's brighter than a sky full of blue

What's gonna hold us down?
Who's gonna hold us down?
How's it gonna hold us down?
Nothing's gonna hold us

Come up
We'll make our way to the upside
We're here to stay on the upside
The future's shining like a sky full of blue

Come up here
We're making our way to the upside
We're gonna stay on the upside
We'll trade our troubles for a room with a view

Come up here
We're making our way to the upside
A brand new day on the upside
The future's brighter than a sky full of blue

Come up here
We're making our way to the upside
We're gonna stay on the upside
The future's brighter than a sky full of blue