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