Concrete Echoes

Woke up to the grey again, same old terraced row Rain tapping on the window, dreams washed down the drain Factory whistle blows, pulling us into the grind Chasing shadows in the smoke, leaving youth behind

But there's a fire in the corner, flickering low Whispers of the weekend, where the wild winds blow

We're the concrete echoes, shouting through the night Raising pints to forgotten fights, under neon lights No more waiting for the sun, we'll make our own dawn In this Britpop heartland, we carry on, carry on

Saturday lads on the corner, kicking cans and dreams Girls with laughter like thunder, tearing at the seams Council estates and corner shops, stories etched in stone But in our ragged symphony, we're never alone

Feel the rhythm in the pavements, pulsing through our veins Breaking free from the routine, shaking off the chains

We're the concrete echoes, shouting through the night Raising pints to forgotten fights, under neon lights No more waiting for the sun, we'll make our own dawn In this Britpop heartland, we carry on, carry on

And when the doubts come creeping, in the quiet of the hour We remember the old tunes, that give us the power No heroes in the headlines, just us against the tide Stripped down to the bone, but we'll turn the pain to pride

We're the concrete echoes, shouting through the night

Raising pints to forgotten fights, under neon lights No more waiting for the sun, we'll make our own dawn In this Britpop heartland, we carry on, carry on

Concrete echoes... carry on... Yeah, we carry on...