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