Cross the bridge, go downtownnCross your heart 'cause what i've found is stories told a reason to grow oldnFre escapes were torn downnBurnin' hearts were left inside to hear this vicious soundnAnd they burned down to the groundnnBut i still don't know is this for realnYet it still my hear can always feelnstill don't know is this for realnwhen colors they seem to fade when i am aroundnnNeighbors never recognizednThe guy upstairs wore no disguisenHe is a see through as it seemsnI know he is ignoring menAnd i wish that i could go with himnAnd feel the strength he has withinnAnd then make you understandnThat i don't know what is the plannnBut now i've seen his footprints on the groundnAcross the bridge and down the street and downtown