When I hear.... the sound of concrete and steel

I sense a rythm, that science can't feel

I feel the beat.... of our hearts as one

I hold your colour, when my vision is gone

This power is something but the force is blind

Transmitted through a network, of your own kind

As minutes tick away.... and days become years

I know this old feeling, it's a substance in my tears



And the kids on the street

And the kids everywhere

And all I gotta say is the kids don't care



When i hear...................

I sense a rythm...............

I feel the beat...............

I hold your colour............

When you've got me running and you stop my machine

You try to tell me something, that has never been

When you stop me running, with my own pack

You know you've got me swearing that I'll get my own back