and the world has grown cold
when some close left this world
can sad tears take it back?
tunnel light and what’s next?
will a street soul find its rest?
when the others are all around
every day is a gift that we don’t feel
it’s so sentimental that we’re here
none of us can surely say
that we’ll survive another day
who will go to heaven or burn in hell
at this point all people are the same
no-one of us can surely say
that we’ll survive another day
someone chose to step on gas
he died to save us
were we born just to die?
a businessman or a peddler
what’s more under a car’s wheel?
am I too young to die?
every day is a gift that we don’t feel
it’s so sentimental that we’re here
none of us can surely say
that we’ll survive another day
who will go to heaven or burn in hell
at this point all people are the same
no-one of us can surely say
that we’ll survive another day
Sting:
The Bridge:
The Bridge:
