Текст песни
Sounds of the street start to surround you, they say you ve got to be hard in a hard world Times, cause your eyes are more open the older you get
Sounds of the street start to surround you, in a pretty concrete tower
keep me up for hours
Now i don t even know our next door neighbors, i remember knowing every house and every name on our street
cause your eyes are more open the older you get
Acceptance and gritted teeth when you walk outside at night, crowds of people but i m all alone Times, say goodbye to suburban boys
What you gonna do, and the street lights blinking on and on Down, acceptance and gritted teeth when you walk outside at night
Staring at the bill for the telephone, now i know these memories are just my naivete
what you gonna do in concrete times
And school plays have been replaced, cause urban joy is hard to find By, now i hear sirens and turn up the t
Say goodbye to suburban boys, now i look around in concrete times and stay behind the glass
And the street lights blinking on and on, sometimes i miss those days
The newspaper brings sad news through my door, acceptance and gritted teeth when you walk outside at night, and school plays have been replaced
I remember a time when there was nothing but trees and green grass, sounds of the street start to surround you, crowds of people but i m all alone
Guns and knives replaced the schoolyard fight, it s all around you, it s all around you
And school plays have been replaced, and too many friends have joined the race
What you gonna do in concrete times, but the wide eyes of childhood are gone forever you see more and less
Cause your eyes are more open the older you get, and i know that boyhood s gone and this is where you stay, what you gonna do
When the world was green and growing, acceptance and gritted teeth when you walk outside at night
Staring at the bill for the telephone, when the world was green and growing Concrete, now i look around in concrete times and stay behind the glass
When the world was green and growing, and too many friends have joined the race
But there s too many people now too mean and too knowing, it s all around you, now i know these memories are just my naivete
Staring at the bill for the telephone, along with my thoughts
Now i know these memories are just my naivete, what you gonna do Concrete, but so much has changed that i can see
Along with my thoughts, sometimes i miss those days
Cause urban joy is hard to find, sounds of the street start to surround you