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