On the bridge where nobody smiles
There has been many roundabouts
But the lampost here has seen the end of many miles
And this fence has seen many doubts
It's no a stretch to think the river sleeps soundly

You can't help but look up when you're laying down
It's easy to see all the ins and outs
You walk slowly, dream profoundly
To the other side, back in town
How much bad days will the waters still

How do you tell an act of will
Is it the bravery, the faith
The way our reality folds ?
Each day the expected unfolds
Some endure seven but fall with the eighth