Plaque on the wall says that, "No one's slept here."
It's rare to come appon a bridge that has not been around, or been stepped on.
Whatever the notion we lace in our prayers, the man upstairs is used to all of this noise.
I'm through with screaming.

It echoes. Nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes.
Like echoes. Nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes, like this.

We're faithful. We all believe, we all believe it.
We're faithful. Oh, we all believe, we all believe it.
We're faithful. We all believe, we all believe it.
We're faithful. We all believe, we all believe it.
We are... Woo. Haa haa.

Echoes. Nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes.
Echoes. Nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes.

We're faithful. We all believe we all believe it.
We're faithful. We all believe we all believe it.
We're faithful. We all believe we all believe it.
So faithful. Oh, we all believe, we all believe it.

M-Y-T-H is belief in the game.
Controls that keeps us in a box of fear.
We never listen. Voice inside so drowned out. Drowned...
You are, you are, you are a furry thing.
And everything is you. Me you, you me, it's all related.
What's a boy to do?
Just be a darling and I will be too, faithful to you.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): EDDIE VEDDER, MIKE MCCREADY