In a city where the drunks are dressed in suits worth twice my rent, they fall asleep
On the shoulders of the strangers on the trains that map out every working week
And the streets run red with buses and blood from the fights that break out between friends
In a sea of eyes that look but never smile we're heading home
So we can all be alone
Oh, won't you part the fearsome crowd?
I am waiting for you
And I hope that we're allowed to be brand new
To be brand new
Well, the end could hide inside a bag that looks just like the one I took to school
I was weighed down with the words and pregnant with potential
But I could never be cool
I couldn't please the fearsome crowd
But then I didn't need to
I was a child and I had better things to do
I was brand new
I was brand new
Ba dada
We don't grow up, we just give in
We close our eyes
But in this fight, will you be on my side tonight?
Tonight
Well, he said his bones would be the shrapnel piercing through the skin of modern life
And we blinked and sighed and all got back in line
Though bones had severed city veins like a knife
They couldn't slow the fearsome crowd
We've all got too much work to do
But I hope that we can learn to be brand new
To be brand new
To be brand new