I can't seem to take you anywhere
We ditched your friends at 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
Gently amplifying 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
We ditched your friends at 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
Gently amplifying 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
When you're not around, this is our sound

When you're not around, this is our sound
This is not a song, 'cause there's nothing wrong
When the light inside is not as bright

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): DANIEL HUNT