| I stood upon that bridge and | |
| I defied them all while they hurled abuse and pathetic little stones always in my childish mind exists this other world dignified and kind, so hard to find. | |
| I heard somebody say, we're not ready for that day. | |
| We are a band of brothers we are the spark of what can be | |
| We are the blades of grass in the breeze | |
| It's only me. | |
| It's only me. | |
| You barely spoke a word of english as you stood on those steps sometimes | |
| I try to see life through your eyes. | |
| The haze and maze of how adulthood has blinded me as you stood there in that funny old coat with your scuffed shoes and your cuffs a little chewed and it breaks my heart to see how hard your life has been | |
| God knows you're more powerful than them 'cos you've got time dignified and kind | |
| We are a band of brothers we are the spark of what can be | |
| We are the blades of grass in the breeze | |
| It's only me. | |
| We are a band of brothers we are the spark of what can be we are the cogs in the machine. | |
| It's only me. | |
| It's only me. |