New Age

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