I can't seem to take you anywhere

you ditched your friends in New York Center (?) Square

where the rank and file shoot us dirty looks

hail a taxicab, don't want to walk

the nighttime here is a plastic box

gently amplified in the basement rock

the distant tones from the detainees

friendly girls who pack it full of these



when you're not around, this is our sound



I can't seem to take you anywhere

you ditched your friends in Williamson Square

where the rank and file shoot us dirty looks

hail a taxicab, don't want to walk

the nighttime here is a plastic box

you can amplify the basement rock

the distant tones from the detainees

friendly girls who pack it full of these



when you're not around, this is our sound (this is our sound)



when you're not around, this is our sound (this is our sound)



when you're not around

this is our sound

this is not a song

there is nothing wrong

when the light inside

is not as bright