| 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 |