Footsteps echo through hallways.
Beneath the neon lighting, everyone looks sick.
We sit on a rusty staircase.
You write your name with lipstick on the rail near the wall.
What do you think about me now, that I've fallen down? [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/electric_president/hum.html ]
Watching the crowds on the sidewalks.
A steady hum of nothing is all that fills the air.
And we sit on a nearby rooftop.
It overflows with pigeons, and we idly scare them off.
But what do you think about me now, that I've fallen down?
