Spending nights in lonely discos
Hiding in the drunken shadows
Trying to be among the heroes
In the clothes that I had borrowed
The radio was playing music
That never really meant much to ya (you)
Waiting for something to happen
But nothing ever did....
When you hear the sound of the underground
As the beat goes down
As the beat goes 'round
When you hear the sound of the underground
You'll be lost and found
You'll be lost and found
Spending days in dusty libraries
Going through the author's mind
You said the book had really touched you
When the h**ne had died
She was good at school gymnastics
Exercising her theatrics
Living in suburban sadness
'Till she felt the kick....
Where do you go?
What will you do?
Why do you try?
Why is it true?
I believed everything that you told me was true
I believed everything 'till I found out