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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and you stop my machine
You try to tell me something, that has never been
When you stop [bad word]  with my own pack
You know you've got me swearing that I'll get my own back