New Age

<br>When I hear.... the sound of concrete and steel<br>I sense a rythm, that science can`t feel<br>I feel the beat.... of our hearts as one<br>I hold your colour, when my vision is gone<br>This power is something but the force is blind<br>Transmitted through a network, of your own kind<br>As minutes tick away.... and days become years<br>I know this old feeling, it`s a substance in my tears<br><br>And the kids on the street<br>And the kids everywhere<br>And all I gotta say is the kids don`t care<br><br>When i hear...................<br>I sense a rythm...............<br>I feel the beat...............<br>I hold your colour............<br>When you`ve got me running and you stop my machine<br>You try to tell me something, that has never been<br>When you stop me running, with my own pack<br>You know you`ve got me swearing that I`ll get my own back