Cross the bridge – go downtown
then cross your heart – and you will find
a story never told-a reason to grow old

Firescathes were torn down
And burning hearts were left inside to hear
This vicious sound
And they burn down to the ground

Still donīt know is this for real
still my heart can always heal
still donīt know is this for real
when colours they seem to fade
when Iīm around

Neighbours never reckognize
the guy upstairs with no disguise
heīs see-through – as it seems
but I know heīs in my dreams
I wish that I could go with him
and feel the strenght he has within
and make him understand
that I donīt know what is planned

Still donīt know is this for real
still my heart can always heal
still donīt know is this for real
when colours they seem to fade
when Iīm around

and now Iīve seen his footprints on the ground
across the bridge and down the street in downtown
still donīt know is this for real
still my heart can always heal
still donīt know is this for real
when colours they seem to fade when Iīm around

across the bridge and down the street in downtown