In my head there's a city at nightnStatic gauge with the rush and the lightsnNow its concourse you look very finenBut this place here is no friend of minennAnd what you know can only mean one thingnAnd what you know can only mean one thingnRooted to the place that you spring fromnnAnd this dirt was a building beforenShut it down before they opened the doornDon't shout, don't holler, don't you crynWhat is passed, we'll just leave it behindnnAnd I rodenHorse shaped fire, draggin' stereo wirenAnd we rodenChemicals on 'till the breaking of dawnnAnd I rosenOver a town raised up by the sound of its dronenAnd I rodenHigher than forces that can't make the horses lay downnnThis place here is no friend of minenWhat is passed, we'll just leave it behindnnAnd what you know could only mean one thingnAnd what you know could only mean one thingnRooted to the place that you spring from